Todos os capítulos de Falling For My Ex’s Dying Billionaire Dad: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

••~~MADDISON~~••I left Pablo with a pen in his neck. Not deep. Just a flesh wound, enough to sting, enough to make him loosen his hold and let me out of that car.I should’ve been shaking. I should’ve been crying after Pablo. But I wasn’t. That’s the curse of being me. Trouble never felt new. It always just felt… familiar. Like cleaning another one of Julia’s messes.Because at the end of the day, I always end of saving myself.I didn’t go home right away. My legs carried me to the park. The one Daddy used to take me to when I was a girl. I don’t even know why. Maybe because every time Julia left me for days, I’d sit on those old swings and pretend Daddy was just running late. Pretend he hadn’t left me. Pretend someone still wanted me.I sat there again. My phone in my hand. Waiting for Julia to call back. But I knew she wouldn’t. She loved it. Loved watching me squirm. Loved leaving me to rot.When the pity wrung itself out, I wiped my face and went

••~~CORIAN~~••“Move.” Trump stood like a damn wall in front of me, blocking the entrance to The Rig. His neck was straight like a tree, arms crossed, eyes locked on me. Standard security procedure, but tonight I wasn’t having it.He leaned in. “Are you okay, Mr. Van Halen?”“Move,” I barked again and shoved past him. My head was one long siren. I wasn’t going to be okay till I smashed Pablo Russo’s face in.The Rig was packed. Smoke, sweat, booze... it felt like walking into a sewer where men wore suits and called it nightlife. Men waving cards, shouting numbers like they were buying cattle.A girl stood under the red lights, black dress sliding off her hips, tits halfway out. Her smile looked stapled on, bending whichever way the cash pointed.Red night. The sick bastards lived for this shit.I shoved through the crowd.“Mr. Van Halen?” someone whispered. My name kept floating. But my eyes were on him.Pablo. Sitting smug, drink in his hand, smirk on

Author's note: This chapter drags you deep... choking, tears, possession, and a love that feels more like ruin. Darker romance ahead. Enter at your own risk. ••~~CORIAN~~••"Okay Maddison... I’m about to drag you into my darkness.” I watched her blink, watched her throat work. I breathed close. "... and when you can't take anymore.. “Say the word, Tiger,”“Yes Master,”She says it differently or maybe I hear it differently... Like she’s giving me her pulse, her breath, her last safe place all in two words.“Your tits are so damn perfect,” I said staring at her stabbing pink buds. “Why do you hate wearing a bra?” I asked, because I could not help myself. I wanted everything of her under my control.“Mom never used to buy them and by the time I was old enough to get them myself, it just felt uncomfortable,” she answered softly.I growled into her neck. “I’ll need you to wear one for me every time you are out there…. The tape is not enough to hide what’s mine.

••~~MADDISON••~~“Wait… asshole?” I blurted, snapping my head up like a horror-movie jump scare, heart still galloping in my chest. “Corian, thats a joke right?”He carried me into my bedroom, sat down, me in his lap, bare skin burning against his. My head was still spinning from what he’d said, the words replaying in neon lights: asshole’s next.His lips curved in that sexy smirk. “Tiger, the only joke here is thinking I wouldn’t claim every inch of you.”My mouth fell open, heat flooding my face. “Every inch?”He chuckled, and it sounded merciless, tilting my chin up. “Tiger, I don’t leave territories unmarked.” His teeth grazed my jaw. “Even the ones you think are off-limits.” He grinned like a criminal. “You think I’d collect a painting and stop at the frame?”My jaw dropped. “What? That doesn’t even…”He dipped his head until his lips brushed my ear, voice all gravel and sin. “I’m an art collector, Tiger. I acquire. I hang. I… explore.”My stomach drop

••~~MADDISON~~••It was the last day of my contract with Corian Van Halen… and the day of my first art exhibition.Both felt like endings, though one felt like a goodbye I wasn’t ready to say.“Thanks for the invite, Maddison… wow, this looks like a movie.”It was Harper Lane… Willow’s sidekick, the one who used to laugh the loudest whenever Willow made a cruel joke. Her smile was as fake as her extensions, but her eyes didn’t hide their shock.Sydney didn’t even wait a beat. “Yeah, Harper. Crazy how much better the movie looks without the mean-girl extras.”Harper’s eyes flicked sideways in the smallest roll. It froze there, that how the hell did Maddison Summers pull this off? look, before she slipped away into the crowd, pretending to be fascinated by a random canvas.Sydney’s lips twitched. “How about we poison her drink? The world would be a better place with one less Willow.”I choked on a laugh. “Oh come on, Syd… It was your idea to invite her.”She shrugg