Forcefully Wedded, Ruthlessly Loved By The Billionaire Mafia のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Bruno’s point of viewA car door slammed somewhere behind me, gravel shifted and footsteps approached..“Took you long enough to come looking.” Tiano’s voice cut through the tension like he had been expecting this all along.I didn’t turn immediately, my eyes were still locked on Isabella. Still trying to understand how everything had changed so much.“You knew,” I said finally, my voice low.I turned to face him.He stood a few steps behind me, hands tucked loosely into his pockets like this was just another normal day and he hadn’t been sitting on the truth for an entire year.“You knew she didn’t lose the child.” I accused, taking a step toward him.“I have a daughter and you hid this from me for a whole year.”He didn’t flinch, he just rolled his eyes at me, as if what I was saying wasn’t a big deal.“Yes, I knew.” He said simply.The word hit harder than I expected.“And you didn’t think to tell me.” I asked.He huffed out a quiet breath. “I thought about it.” He replied.My fist

Jealous Bruno Isabella’s point of viewI could feel the tension in the air, it was alive and right in the middle of it was Bruno.“Make yourself comfortable.” I said to Dave, gesturing toward the small sitting area. Dave stepped into the area with an easy smile, complete unaware of the storm brewing inside or maybe he sensed it and chose to ignore it. Smart man or very foolish.“Nice place.” He said, looking around. I rolled my eyes, this was the first time I will be inviting him in and it’s for a purpose best known to only me.“Thank you,” I replied, setting the basket on the table. I didn’t rush, every movement I made was slow, intentional and measured, just because I knew he was watching, still watching. I could feel Bruno’s gaze like heat against my skin, it was heavy, possessive and unyielding.“Would you like something to drink? The wine?” I asked Dave, already reaching for the wine.“I wouldn’t say no.” He replied, smiling.I stood up to grab two glasses, not three. That part

Isabella’s point of viewI stood under the shower, letting the warm water run over my body. One thing that makes me prefer this bathroom to the one in my en-suite is because it makes me feel I am in a world of my own, a place where I can decide to shut out everything.It has been two days now and Bruno has been trying to make amends, he spends more time in the kitchen trying to prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner for me. It almost seemed like he belonged in the kitchen, but that didn’t fit the version of him I have been holding onto.I won’t deny the fact that he has been making good efforts, a consistent daily effort but still, I ignore him and I know that must be getting on his nerves. I can tell with the tension in the air when he sets a plate in front of me and receives nothing in return.After the kiss we shared two days ago, I’ve made sure nothing brings me closer to him. Though at times he tries to get closer, and mostly tries to move around me shirtless as if he wants to seduc

I dropped my lips to the skin of her throat, sucking her neck and kissing it down to the lobe of her ears, I grazed my teeth against the lobe. My cock throbbed hard and I ground it on her.“Don’t think about anyone else, think about me. I’m going to make love to you right now.”I hooked my hands under her knees, pushing them towards her chest gently. I lowered my mouth to her wet pussy and ran my tongue over it, I suckled and teased her with my tongue, lapping at the essence of her wetness. A soft gasp escaped from her lips, then it turned to cries of want. I didn’t stop, I slid a finger deep inside her and began to stroke her.“Bruno.” She begged, her hips thrusting against my finger.I pulled away to get rid of my shorts, wrapping my fist around my cock, I began to stroke it gently then I proceeded to rub my head over her clit making her whimper in pleasure. I slip my head inside her pussy, and growled as I thrust all the way in. I plunge deeper making her cry out in pleasure. Her p

Leila, perhaps sensing the shift in energy, made a small uncertain sound against Bruno’s chest. He snuggled her closer to his chest with his eyes still on me. The peaceful morning had drained from his expression and what replaced it was the version of the Bruno I knew.“We will talk about this later,” he repeated again.“We will talk about this now,” I replied, keeping my voice low this time, for the kids. “Just quietly.”The room didn’t feel the same anymore, not after what he said.I stood there, waiting for him to talk. Roberto still clinged to me, his small fingers gripping the fabric of my robe like I was the only safe place he knew.Ischavor is alive.The words echoed in my head like something poisonous, my heart started beating faster, harder, like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest. Memories I’ve buried or the ones I thought I buried were starting to resurface.“You didn’t tell me.” I said, my voice quieter now.“I was going to.” He replied.“When?” I snapped.The s