All Chapters of Dumped By My EX, I Picked Up A Tycoon: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Isabella’s POVExhaustion got the best of me. I fell asleep in the car as Matteo drove home. I was only woken up when I felt the soft bed on my back.Slowly, I opened my eyes. I saw Matteo leaning on me while putting my blanket on. He looked sleepy and tired, but he made sure to remove my shoes and cover my body.“Hey…” He noticed me watching him.I smiled and moved over to the other side of the bed. “You can sleep with me.”He bit his bottom lip and I saw a ghost of a smile on it. “Baby, it’s my room.”My eyes widened as I looked around. Right! It wasn’t my room.He scratched his left brow. “Sorry. You might have something in your room that you don’t want me to see, so I brought you here and was planning to sleep on the couch.”I glanced at the couch in his room before I looked at him again. “Something I don’t prefer you to see?”He nodded slowly. “Hm. Women have things they don’t want men to discover. I don’t wanna invade your privacy.”I chuckled, my eyes sleepy. I tapped the space

Isabella’s POVMy hands trembled as I stared at the envelope in my hands. My eyes welled with tears as Attorney Volkov’s words echoed in my head. The coldness of the room seemed to freeze my heart as I barely remembered my parents’ faces. It was hard to understand and accept what Attorney Volkov said. I couldn’t bring myself to ask him if I heard him right.“This is not a good joke, Julian.” Matteo’s voice was sharp and sounded angry.I was immobile. I don’t know what to say while my eyes are fixed on the envelope.Should I open this?“You know me, Matteo.” Attorney Volkov’s voice was just like Matteo’s, cold and sharp. “I don’t joke about things like these.”“You could’ve said it in a better way.”“Better way? I don’t sugarcoat my words. You taught me that. And this information doesn’t need a better way to tell because this is evil and pure manipulation.”I sucked my breath and lifted my face to look at Attorney Volkov. “H-How…”He sighed. “You should see what’s inside, Miss Clarkson

Isabella’s POVMatteo’s lips felt so warm against mine. He was kissing me nonstop, pushing me against the closed door, invading not only my personal space. He was conquering all of me. He was dominating my senses, making me submit to him without a fight.Our tongue fought in dominance, no one wants to surrender. We were both drowning in the pleasurable moments, no one dared to resist.His fingers dug in my waist, not wanting to let go. As if I’d disappear if he loosen his hold. As if this wasn’t for life.I won’t leave. I know. Never. He made me feel so secure and loved. And there’s no reason for me to leave.“Matteo…” I called his name in a desperate attempt to undo the buttons of his shirt. I want to touch his stomach, his chest. I want to feel him. Skin to skin.He pulled away, and his eyes were so drunk with desire. He stared at me like I am the only one that matters in the world now. Like there’s no cabin, or a bed. Everything seemed to disappear. It was all about us now. Our fee

Isabella’s POVThe raging sound of my heartbeat was louder than the whispers of pain and disappointment as I looked at the evidence connecting Mr. Sanchez to the sudden death of my parents.I can barely remember what my parents’ voice sounded like because I lost them when I was as young as five. As a child, I believed the adults’ words. I believed their intentions. I believed Damon’s father.“There’s no statute of limitation for this kind of crime, Miss Clarkson. So as long as we have the evidence, we can file a case against Mr. Sanchez and his wife for concealing the crime. She’s basically an accomplice.”I didn’t answer and just put the documents and pictures back in the folder. Pictures of the accident. Autopsy report. Death certificates.I never imagined seeing these kinds of documents. It angers me more than it pains me. I couldn’t accept that my parents death was this unfair.“Thanks, Attorney. I need to go.”I didn’t waste time. I went back to my office and copied all the docum

Isabella’s POV“That’s not true!” I said angrily as I glared at James. He looked shocked by my reaction. He even flinched like he was afraid of me.“I…just thought you needed to see it, Miss Clarkson. I didn’t…say anything.”I sucked my breath and palmed my forehead. I walked around and looked at Matteo. “This can’t happen! Matteo, they can use this against us. The Sanchez’s are good at manipulation. They’re not stupid!”Matteo held my hand firmly. “We’ll figure this out.” He faced James. “Find out if that article is real. Make sure to give me the exact information on what happened.”“Right away, Sir.” James bowed at Matteo and looked at me. He seemed to be hesitating to bow his head, but he did in the end. I just massaged my forehead again, worried about what the Sanchez’s must be plotting now.After James left, Matteo brought me back inside the mansion. He gently dragged me to the kitchen and poured me a glass of cold water.“Drink,” he said, almost a whisper but with stress.I sat