All Chapters of Marry My Billionaire Second Husband : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

[TW: Drugging, Attempted SA]But as soon as Matteo shook his head, Amelia’s face slowly disappeared, morphing into that of Emmeline’s again.Was that a hallucination?"Oh dear," Emmeline cooed. "You must be tired. I should go so that you can rest. Here, let me bring you to your room."Matteo wanted to refuse, but he soon found his voice weak and raspy. He could barely even form a word, much less push Emmeline away from him. She leaned forward and pulled him into her arms. Her soft body was pressed against him, and Matteo felt his body naturally react to the contact.For one thing, his entire body felt scorching hot. It was as though someone had thrust him into the fires of hell and left him burning alive. Every inch of his skin felt as though there were fire ants nibbling at his flesh, and only the parts where Emmeline touched felt slightly cool.However, he still had the rational mind to pull away, just not the physical ability to do so.As such, Emmeline all too easily pulled him up

He was relentless, kissing the very life out of her as Amelia found herself instinctively moving with him despite the initial momentary freeze.His tongue ran across her lips, prying them open before deepening their kiss. Amelia mewled helplessly at his onslaught, her hands pushing at his shoulders, trying to push him away, but it was futile. Matteo was built like a brick wall, and while Amelia was no frail weakling, her attempts to get away were simply inconsequential in the face of Matteo’s strength.And Matteo had no intention of letting her go. His gaze was hungry― no, it was ravenous. His pupils lingered on her face as his hands started to roam down her body. Amelia couldn’t stop the startled moan that escaped her lips when one of his hands drifted to her breasts, squeezing it expertly through her shirt. Another hand drifted to her butt, shifting her skirt up to touch the soft unblemished skin of her inner thighs.If only Matteo was fully aware of what he was doing. Amelia despai

"My life is over!" Emmeline Hawthorne wailed into her pillows, her hair in a disheveled mess as big fat tears streamed down her cheeks. Her dressing, normally impeccable, was now creased and wrinkled, but she paid it no mind, choosing to stifle her face back into her pillows as though she was hiding from the world.Annalise’s heart ached for her only daughter. Her precious princess didn’t deserve such a future."I want to die!" Emmeline screamed into her pillows. "I don’t want to live anymore!""No, darling, don’t be foolish!" Annalise quickly said, enveloping her daughter in a hug. "It will all blow over soon, just you see!""It will not!" Emmeline shrieked, raising her head to glare at her mother through tear-stricken eyes. "I’m ruined! How can I live knowing that everyone has seen my nudes?!""Technically, you aren’t really nude in them―" Annalise said. The entire family had read the article put out by Lady Vanity and saw the resulting photos― her straddling Matteo in nothing but h

"Trespassers?!" Annalise hissed. "My daughter is engaged to you! I am your future mother-in-law―""Future," Matteo pointed out. "Right now, you are no one to me. Even after the unfortunate day I marry your daughter, you have no right to have any input in my life.""Is this how you speak to your elders?" Annalise said, scoffing. "You were a good kid, Matteo. And now that you’ve grown, your wings have hardened, haven’t they? It must be that little bitch you’re keeping in your apartment that has been whispering things to you―""Whoever I keep in my apartment is none of your concern," Matteo reiterated. "Do watch your words carefully, or there wouldn’t even be an engagement to speak of.""You would dare cancel the engagement?" Annalise hissed. "After you... you... violated my daughter like that?""Violated?"The corners of Matteo’s lips tilted down ever the slightest. As much as he tried, he couldn’t fill the void of memories over what had transpired after Emmeline had drugged him. Instan

The man advanced forward, and Amelia instinctively stepped away. The back of her knees bumped into the couch, and when left with nowhere else to go, she held out her hands."Wait!" she exclaimed. "I’m Amelia, Amelia Kentwood. Ronan’s friend. I believe he said I would be staying here for the next couple of weeks?" She winced, trying her luck. "Might you be his older brother?"The striking resemblance, paired with the fact that he called out for Ronan immediately upon opening the apartment door, Amelia would bet anything that the man who stood before her was none other than Ronan’s older brother. However, Ronan said that he would be gone for the next few weeks.What was he doing back so soon?He frowned, lines appearing between his eyebrows as he stared at Amelia as though she had grown a second head. She was speaking English, that he was sure of, but for some reason, he couldn’t understand a single thing she said.Then, his entire posture slackened and his eyebrows dropped. He looked a