Todos os capítulos de Divorce? Just Not Yet Darling!: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Bella's POV My breathing got worse with every second, tears streaming down like they've been waiting for this freedom for so long. But he held me. Those solid, warm arms held me firmly, his chest rising and falling against my cheek as he kept whispering over and over, "You're okay. You're alright. It's just a dream".I sobbed into him, clutching his PJ so hard my fingernails dug into his skin. Did he really understand? Absolutely not!I've been hunted in my dreams for years. Every night was war, every night as a child I had to pray to the supreme being above to allow me sleep undisturbed at least till dawn. Maybe they were right after all-- I shouldn't have seen my father's corpse that night as little as I was, I shouldn't have seen those eyes that remained wide open, staring at me like it was looking deep into my soul. I prayed so much to sleep like every normal child- without having to wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, in tears, screaming and struggling to br

Claud's POV "I guess I will have to use that tracker on you after all," I said after moments of silence, referring to the only culprit that came to mind. "It better not be you asshole!"."You know who it was, don't you?", Linda asked curiously.The persistence of his face in my mind made it impossible to think otherwise. It would definitely be him. It had to be him. "I guess I know the asshole," I said evenly, though my pulse had already begun to drum with certainty. "But I will have to confirm first. Let's talk later when I have news for you. However, the search for Arianne continues until then. We can't risk having her live for long, because one word from her lips will expose us. She can't be trusted"."Absolutely. Her loyalty cannot be trusted and she should be wiped off soon", she snarled. "I will have someone else more competent handle her instead of this.... rascal!", she added, raising her voice to a crescendo and I could imagine the disgust that braced her face as she stared

Claud's POV "Shit!" I muttered, staring at the number on the bedside clock that mocked me. I exhaled sharply, raking my fingers through my hair in frustration. I dropped my gaze to Sophia who lay down beside me, with her hands resting over my chest- unconscious and very exhausted. This was the only time she got to keep her mouth shut- while she was asleep. When she was awake, she was a gibbering mess. And in bed, sometimes she was a tigress.....Staring at her painted a clear picture of what sex was like with her a few hours ago..............My movement was slow as instructed, thrusting into her gently and with caution like my manhood was some needle I didn't want to rupture an inflated balloon. She kept heaving like she was suffocating, discomfort mounting with every second until she couldn't take it any longer. With one quick movement I didn't see coming, her fingers dug into my hair, pulling aggressively at my scalp. I yelped in pain, the force stubbornly dragging my head and

He managed to squeeze his fidgeting hand into a fist and extended it for a quiet and well-mannered knock on the door of her room. He began all over again, cursing his superior for sending him, of all people, back to face her. He thought the whole episode of coming in close contact with her was over, since she vehemently demanded he be ruled out of the operation for not handling Arianne. But here he was.His nerves were a mess, anxiety burrowing into his mind like an insect. "Whoosh!", he exhaled heavily as if he just survived a marathon rubbing his palm nervously before muttering courage to strike the door again. "It's open!", came her raspy voice, so sudden that he almost jumped. He swallowed hard, his heart beat that was supposed to settle a bit, skyrocketed and he clenched his teeth to stop them from trembling unnecessarily at the thought of facing her again.He was midway into the room, before he shrugged his body in vexation. 'Why must you need assistance in everything?' he yell

Claud's POV I whistled merrily checking out my outfit for the hundredth time in the mirror with striking poses. One, with both hands buried into my side pockets, chin lifted like an elite, checking different angles that amplified my broad shoulders. And then to the next, this time sneaking only my left hand into my pocket while the other grazed the lapel of my coat with a satisfied wink. She was going to love it. I threw some dance steps, clicking my fingers, rocking my waist with lustful momentum, while my Italian shoes glided across the floor. Interestingly, I was finally going to see my woman. A smile crept up my face as I remembered how well she performed today, just like the actress she is. It was so brilliant of her to have come up with the idea of the blood stains. "My sweet actress", I mused, my thoughts somehow making their way to my lips.I grasped the car keys and allowed it, some swinging on my fingers, while stealing just one last glance at the mirror. Thank goodness I