Dumped By My EX, I Picked Up A Tycoon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Isabella’s POVI don’t know how Matteo did it, but the next morning was so peaceful and the club where Melinda is currently working continued to operate. Melinda’s colleagues were released and are working again like last night didn’t happen. Nothing about it reached the media. No one talked about it. It was fascinating how Matteo could silence everyone with just a single lift of his finger. His name is so powerful that no one dares to open the topic about last night, even when I know that there were so many people who witnessed the club getting raided.“Julian Volkov…” Melinda suddenly uttered while we were having drinks in the club.I looked at her as my brows furrowed. “Matteo’s lawyer?”She looked at me with evidence of annoyance on her face. “He’s a Russian. Handsome and all but his personality sucks.”I didn’t get to meet Julian Volkov last night at the precinct because I was busy with Melinda. But I know that Julian Volkov was the lawyer Matteo called last night. He just spoke t

Isabella’s POV“N-No…” My voice was hoarse and broken. I kept on shaking my head to the faceless man holding a gun at me. I could see his smirk. Nothing on his face but his devilish smirk.“P-Please…” My heart hurt. My chest tightened. The fear consuming me was deafening.“D-Don't kill me…” I trembled. I begged. But nothing. He was unmoving, pointing his gun at me. I could see the trigger behind his finger. He won't change his mind. He will shoot me.I panicked even more. I cried. “No! No!”I sat on the bed at the same time I inhaled sharply, pouring a mouthful of air into my lungs as I caught my breath.Tears and sweat trickled down my face as my chest heaved continuously.A nightmare.My fingers are trembling. My lips were dry.It was a nightmare. A nightmare that felt real.“Ha!” I exhaled and cupped my head. And then my fingers touched my chopped hair.This is not good. I can't develop a trauma because of that incident. I still have a lot of things to deal with. I can't let that i

Isabella's POVThe rain poured heavily as soon as we got out of the car. Noah immediately ran back in the backseat while I stood in the rain, looking at the sky.“Isabella, get inside!” Matteo's voice was stiff and angry.I smiled and looked at him. He was in the passenger seat, looking at me with a sharp gaze.His jaw tensed when I didn't oblige. “I said get inside! You'll get sick!’I chuckled. “I won't, Matteo. It's been a long time since I played in the rain.”I saw Noah looking at me with excitement. “P-Play in the rain?”“You wanna join?” I asked, smiling at him.“No.” It was Matteo, who answered. “He's not getting a single drop of rain on him.”My head tilted as I looked at him. “And why is that?”His forehead creased. “Do I have a reason to forbid him? He's my son, Isabella.”I frowned. “Fine.”I saw James running to us carrying umbrellas in his hands.I didn't look at Matteo again even if I could feel his stares on me. It was heavy and as if he's trying to figure out what I w

Isabella's POV“Belly, I can't understand this one.”I’m in Noah's bed while he's doing his assignment on his study table. He sat beside me with a frown on his face, making me chuckle. Always impatient like his father.“This is how you do it…” I grabbed his pen and started solving the math problem. I explained everything to him until he got it.“Thank you, Belly!” He went back to his study table with a smile on his face.Watching him, my lips curved into a sweet smile.It's always been a sight to see him so happy about little things. And looking at him, I couldn't help but think whether Matteo is just like Noah behind his armor.I wanna know more about him. I wanna know him deeper.After we slept together again, I started hoping for more. I started wanting for more.“Belly, do you think I’ll become the top student?”Noah's question brought me back to my senses.I smiled and crossed my legs on his bed. “There's no doubt about that. You're hardworking and smart.”He smiled. “Do you thin

Isabella’s POV“Say something,” Matteo demanded while I’m standing in front of him. His eyes were intense as he gazed at me, like he wanted me to say yes. To say that I’m submitting to him. To admit that I want this as much as he does.He wants it. Yes, but for how long?I wanted to ask, but my tongue seemed to be tied. I don't know how to form a question that might backfire at me painfully.He shifted his weight as his jaw ticked. “Answer me, Isabella. Tell me you want this as much as I do.”And I was right. I feel like I was able to tell his thoughts just by looking at his falling facade, but I could never tell his next move. He has always been unpredictable.Just like how he suddenly pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around my body.My cheeks pressed against his chest as the warmth of his body enveloped me comfortably.My eyes shut tightly. I don't want this to end…“Fine…” he whispered. “You don't have to answer now. Just…don't ever ask me to stop this because I can't. L