Semua Bab Once A Doormat, Now A Famous Billionaire Heiress: Bab 71 - Bab 80

B I A N C AI didn't remember Damian leading me back to the living room. I was livid. My body was shaking with anger. My perfect morning had just been shattered by a woman from my husband's past and I wanted to rip her hair out of her head."Bianca, look at me," Damian said in an urgent voice. He was kneeling in front of me, his hands on my arms, forcing me to meet his gaze."How?" I finally managed to whisper, the word scraping my throat. "Damian, how is this possible?""I don't know," he said. "I swear to you, I had no idea. The papers were filed. The lawyers handled it. She was supposed to sign them. I thought... I thought it was over.""You told me you were handling it," I said, my voice rising. "You said I should trust you." "You can trust me," he said, his eyes pleading with me. "This is a complication. Nothing more. I will handle it.""Handle it?" I let out a harsh laugh. "She's living next door, Damian! She called me a homewrecker! She threatened to send you to jail! She knows

B I A N C AMy fingers made quick work of his belt, and I unzipped his pants. He watched me, his gaze intense as I pulled him free.He was already hard, and I couldn't help but smile.I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He let out a groan, his hands tangling in my hair as I began to move.I savored the taste of him, the feel of him. I loved the way he responded to me, the little sounds he made, the way his body tensed with pleasure.I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around his cock, driving him wild."Bianca," he groaned, his voice strained. "You little vixen."I loved it. I loved the power I had over him. I loved the way I could make him lose control.I could feel him getting close, his body tightening. But I wasn't ready for it to end.I pulled back, a smirk on my lips.He looked down at me, his eyes dark with frustration. "Why did you stop?""Because I'm not done with you yet," I said, getting to my feet.I then backed away from him, a playful glint in my eyes. "Catch m

B I A N C AI reached down and tangled my fingers in his damp hair, pushing him closer. He didn't need any encouragement.His tongue found my clit, and I almost cried out. I bit my lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. He worked me with a skill that left me breathless, his tongue swirling and flicking, driving me closer and closer to the edge."Focus, Bianca," I told myself. "Focus.""We need to schedule a follow up for next week to finalize the budget," Harrison was saying."No," I said, my voice a little shaky. "I want it by the end of this week. I want to see a detailed breakdown. Every single expense."I was close. So close."I'm counting on you all," I said, my voice strained. "Let's make this happen."As soon as the call ended, I let out a loud moan, my back arching as the orgasm washed over me. I sagged against the chair, my body trembling.Damian peeked his head from under the table, a triumphant smirk on his face. "You are a very good actress, baby girl.""What if

L A U R AIt was the third night of my arrival as Damian’s new neighbor and worst nightmare. For years, I'd been Mrs. Moretti. I'd used the opportunity, the paparazzi, the lonely nights in a cold mansion in Italy. I was owed this. I was owed the respect, the status, the life that came with being married to Damian Moretti.And that little tramp, Bianca Salvatore, thought she could just waltz in and take it all away from me.Not a chance.I was sitting in my living room, a glass of expensive red wine in my hand, the lights dimmed. From my window, I had a perfect view of their villa, especially the patio.They traveled the same day I arrived, like the coward he was. They thought they could escape me by hiding away on some private island? Pathetic. Did they really think I wouldn't find out? Did they think money couldn't buy information? They underestimated me. As always.I remembered my reaction when I received a call that my husband was now married. I was okay with being the distant wife.

B I A N C AI walked out of the bedroom, and went to the living room. I picked up my laptop, and sat down on the couch. I was going to get some work done, whether he liked it or not.I was typing furiously, my anger fueling my productivity, when I heard my phone ring. I looked at the caller ID. It was my brother."Hey, Marco," I said, my voice still a little tight."Whoa, what's wrong with you?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "You sound like you're about to kill someone.""I'm fine," I said, sighing. "Just having a little disagreement with your best friend.""Oh," he said, a knowing tone in his voice. "What did he do this time?""He wants a baby," I said, my voice flat."And you don't?" he asked, surprised."It's not that I don't," I said, trying to explain. "It's just... the timing is not right. We have too much going on. Laura, Lucas, Natalia... it's a war zone out there. And he doesn't seem to understand that. He thinks I don't want a future with him.""Do you?" he asked,