All Chapters of The sweet revenge of a heartless CEO - Clifford Empire: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I sighed. “You may not believe it, but I’m trying to be someone different… and I started with my brother and you.” “What’s your intention?” “To let you two be together.” She laughed again, tears in her eyes, having fun at my expense. “Thanks for the consideration!” Damn it, what did I do wrong now? We drank our drinks in silence, and she asked, “If you want me and Jorel to have our story so badly, why don’t you give me the divorce, Gabe?” Yes, the answer she wanted so badly! I shook my head, laughing with disdain. I had no hope left, but seeing her again after staying away so long, only getting daily updates, made me act in a way I didn’t expect. I shouldn’t have approached her… but it was stronger than me. “My lawyer’s already preparing the documents,” I made clear. “You’ll be divorced soon.” I smiled, trying not to show how much it hurt me. Olivia stared at me for a while before saying, her voice so weak I could barely hear, “You… are going to sign the divorce?” “I want you

“No! And I didn’t even pay anyone to pretend they were with me!” I smiled. “And the woman you were with?” “Friend of Rael’s date. I met her here. I don’t even remember her name.” “Why did you come to Babilônia? How long have you been coming here?” “I came because I really wanted to check out the emergency exit… they told me it was the best experience of a lifetime.” “The truth, Gabe Clifford!” she said seriously. “It’s the first time I’ve gone out since we last saw each other. And I’ve been to this place maybe three times in my life. I don’t like noise, I don’t like dancing…” “But you like fucking in the emergency exit.” “Only ex-wives.” I teased. “I’m not your ex!” she made clear. “My name’s still tied to yours on paper, and until we sign the divorce, I’m still your wife.” “And that’s why you wanted to fuck me in the emergency exit… so I wouldn’t screw someone else and make you a cheated wife.” “I haven’t given you anything yet, husband!” she smiled ironically. “And it see

They’d taken me to the wrong fucking room. For all I cared, Jorel could die, and I wouldn’t bat an eye. On the contrary, he’d stop bothering me. I didn’t need a kid, since my brother already put me through everything a teenage son could. The only difference was Jorel wasn’t a teenager but a 22-year-old man. And worse: he wasn’t my son, and I shouldn’t have any responsibility for him. I noticed he’d gotten stitches on his lip and eyebrow. His left eye was swollen, and the right was starting to bruise. “Have you looked in a mirror?” I asked. “Seen the state you’re in?” He was sitting on a bed, looking uncomfortable with the situation. “Do you think it’ll scar here?” He touched his lip. “I hope so,” I couldn’t hold back. “So you’ll grow up and stop acting like a teenager getting into street fights. You got your cast off yesterday, damn it!” “Have *you* looked in a mirror?” he taunted. “You’re not much better than me.” “I defended you, you moron. You could be dead right now.” “Was

I tried to go home to get my things on Sunday night, but Gabe wouldn’t let me. He said I didn’t need to fetch anything because he could buy everything new. Still, I felt it was my duty to go back and talk to my family about the decision I’d made, even knowing it wouldn’t be easy and I’d face a lot of judgment from my sisters. The worst part was that I understood them and was glad they genuinely cared about me. But I was worried about my father’s reaction, which would surely be one of approval—not because I was happy with the man I loved, but because it seemed lately he had a financial interest in my marriage to Gabe that was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t enough that he was the target of one of the most powerful men in the world’s revenge… he still wanted to benefit from my marriage to him. On Monday morning, Gabe called my old driver, Aragon, who took me straight to the house where my family lived, which would soon belong to my father again. I was excited to share the news. But a

“Yes, I have. Because it’s not something we control. You don’t decide, ‘I’m going to come today’ or ‘I’m not going to come in this session.’” “Work and pleasure! Not bad!” I teased. “But it’s not that common, okay? Don’t think it’s a bed of roses.” “What’s the bad part?” “Blowjobs. It’s really bad to give a blowjob without wanting to, just because you’re being paid for it. Honestly, everything in sex should be consensual… otherwise, it’s hard to let go and reach the peak.” “I like having sex with Gabe… in a… rough way. Is that bad?” “Do you use handcuffs, whips, or anything like that?” “No… but it’s like when we get turned on, we turn into animals… in the way we touch, the intensity… I like when he acts like he’s choking me… and slaps my ass.” “That’s a healthy relationship, don’t worry!” She laughed. “I want to have sex with other men… but with Gabe there.” “Fantasy… also normal. Have you shared it with him?” “Gabe would kill me.” “He’s too possessive for that. Propose wh