All Chapters of Winning Back My Ex: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Galata opened her eyes in surprise; she didn't expect the man's onslaught. Just as she was about to protest, she felt Dorek's mouth covering hers, while his hands seemed like an octopus's, for she felt them everywhere. At that moment, he lifted her dress, gently caressing her backside. At the same time, he released her mouth and descended along her neck until he reached her chest, where he uncovered her breast. Her eyes clouded with desire as he slowly approached and captured her pink nipple to delight in its exquisite taste in his mouth.Galata didn't know how to react; she was battling herself. Her rational side wanted to push him away; she was a married woman; she had a stable home. How could she let herself be tempted? she wondered. However, those sensations enveloped her; his hands brushing her skin felt like burning embers. She felt her fluids gush from within; she was too hot, and that part of her was dominant. She only wished to have him inside her, and as if the man had guess

Morozov stared at Dorek, his expression openly angry. Then he turned his gaze to Galata and back to the Greek."What the hell is wrong with you?! Have you gone mad?! What interest do you have in Mrs. Sebastini?" he inquired, clenching his jaw in a gesture of obvious annoyance."I remind you that you are going to get engaged to my daughter. Don't you dare mock her. Because then you will meet the devil himself."Dorek took a deep breath. He would have loved to smash that bastard's face in; however, that wasn't something he could afford, not now. It wasn't the right time; he had to be restrained and wait patiently. He couldn't risk Galata's life."I haven't forgotten anything, but I remind you, Morozov, that Galata is a committed woman, Matteo Sebastini's wife," he said with apparent calm."She should remind me of that, not you!" the man said with a smug expression.Those presents merely looked from one side to the other until they saw Lorena appear, pouting."What's happening? You left

Vipiteno — ItalyHelena returned to her hometown, Vipiteno. More than two months had passed since fleeing to avoid being found by Franco. She hadn't wanted to go there first because, besides, it being the first place he would look for her, she had no idea how her parents would react to what was happening. That's why she decided to stop running, to stop moving from one town to another. She had to face the circumstances and do everything possible to overcome all the trials life was throwing at her.It wasn't easy for her to decide to distance herself from the man she was sure she loved. With him, she realized that her feelings for Matteo were more about habit or the excitement of being in love; it wasn't true love. In contrast, Franco made her feel too many emotions at once: love, tenderness, desire. There was nothing she wouldn't be capable of doing for him.She loved him deeply; however, she couldn't allow him to sacrifice his family for her, especially now that she knew she might not

Vipiteno — ItalyHelena only managed to calm down when she saw her father escorting Leandro out of their house."Now, I need you to explain what happened, because every day you disappoint me more. Why did you become hysterical when you saw that man?" he asked, still observing her face."Just be content to know he's not a good man. Don't let him in here anymore, please," the young woman pleaded, her eyes swimming in tears."Who is your child's father? Why did you come back?" His questions came one after another, completely indignant. He couldn't conceive of his daughter showing up pregnant and without a husband."You'll know, in due time... I swear I'll tell you, but for now, I can't," she sobbed."I don't know how I could have such a shameless daughter... You must leave, Helena. I don't want you in my house, not with a belly, and I'm sure you don't even know who the father is. You're not welcome here!" the man exclaimed, walking towards the door and opening it."Dad, I'm your daughter

One year laterMatteo gazed out the large window of his office, his gaze lost, a cigarette in his hand—his new vice, born of the stress of being alone and without his family.Loneliness and the absence of those he loved were a heavy burden on his shoulders. Many times, he wanted to cast everything aside and even give up on life itself, but then he thought of his three loves, and strength returned like a gust of wind, giving him new breath.That day, he was more melancholic, his sadness greater. Just minutes before, he had received the divorce decree. His Gala was no longer his wife, and that caused him intense pain, constricting his chest and tearing his soul as if it were being attacked with sharp knives.He cursed the hour when he had been so trusting that fateful day when his misfortune began, from that very moment when they forced him to perform that charade. She believed him unfaithful, and when he saw the pain in her eyes, he wished he could die for causing her harm.Since then,