MR. BILLIONAIRE’S SUBSTITUTE BRIDE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Fabiola. I was back in my room in Tobia’s looming manor. I didn’t expect to be back here; I knew the room didn’t expect me either.Pen left the next morning the day after she arrived and I couldn’t tell where she went from there. The house was burnt to the ground, I saw it on the morning news. The same house they’ve lived in almost all their lives; burned down to nothing. Memories, pictures, everything; lost. Oh, I really had given Tobias the benefit of the doubt; he was plainly the devil. The difference between him and his mother was that his mom left a little warning before she struck, but he just hit you without notice. How could I have known that my refusal to follow Cane home would cost me all of this? I took a deep breath and accepted my fate, just like I’ve always done. I knew I wasn’t cut for a fortunate life; certainly. I spent the entire summer reading books, having little talks with Sarah, and watching scary movies. I had gotten the message, it was time to face life h

Fabiola. I didn’t bother to change back into my dress, I was feeling a little lightheaded, plus I wanted to leave before Lan would think of starting a fight with the man almost twice his size. I grabbed my dress from the house and left, whispering sorry to Tonia and Lan. I heard girls behind me gossiping. “Billionaires' wives, they don’t have a life of their own, they’re just like puppets." “Yeah, they traded their freedom for money.”Sitting in the car, anger brewed in me. I needed a proper conversation with Tobias, I had to understand, to get to know my limits, what I can do and can’t do. Because I have been in that lonely house all this time but he didn’t seem to care if I existed, then I left the house for the first time this summer he asked me to return. I jumped down the car the moment it halted, and to my very own pleasure, his favorite exotic ride was sitting in the garage. The margarita was fueling my guts and I loved it. Getting into the house, I stopped at the sight

TOBIAS. She hesitated for a couple of seconds before sinking to her knees on the ground right in front of me. Her head tilted back as she maintained eye contact, those sexy blue eyes staring right back into mine, innocently. My breath was ragged as I struggled to back down at the last minute. Ace was right down in the living room, my head reminded my dick; man wasn’t listening. Why did it take her showing up in a stupid red bikini for me to be like this? Who exactly was this teenager?I was well experienced, I’ve been around, I’ve seen thousands of sexy ladies. The reason why I was so confident that I could maintain my celibacy journey till death. Why was this young lady messing with my senses?She wasn’t the most beautiful or sexy woman I’ve seen.I was angry at her a few minutes ago and now I was burning with a need I couldn’t control. During my time away, I ejaculated while thinking of this face, these eyes, these lips and now she was right before me. One thing was clear to me now

TOBIAS. The tournament ended and we emerged with a trophy, we didn’t do it four years back but we’ve done it now. Players took pictures with their families and significant others, causing me to recall Fabiola in my jersey at the Net-league finals. I buried the thought immediately. The young lady was the last thing I wanted on my mind at this moment. Ace suggested a boat cruise as expected and I was more than willing to jump on the offer, I needed to figure out if this feeling was general. I received a mail from my lawyer yesterday. The stupid old man was stubbornly leaving me his life investment, so optimistic of him. Even if I was about to retire from football, I was in no place to handle such an empire. I wasn't good with English or numbers. What exactly does he want from me? I wasn’t stupid, I knew my dear mother would be cooking. Giving her husband’s unwillingness to succumb to her desire, coupled with the fact that I knew about her affairs with the Senator. She was going to

FABIOLA. My sight was slowly becoming blurry, I was about to have the panic attacks again, but I fought to stay conscious, I fought to hold his gaze. I didn’t know where the courage came from, but yes, I was holding his gaze that was almost lifeless. “Who are you?” The words basically ran out of my lips. “Barabbas.” He answered immediately, like he had expected me to ask. His tone was very menacing. I didn’t know what next I was going to say but I opened my mouth to speak when the familiar scent took over the air, his footsteps were as usual as he descended the stairs. Not rushed. “Is there a problem?” His gaze was more on me than Barabbas.You tell me. Who was this man and why was he in your house? “I don’t know, Is there?” I looked from Barabbas to Tobias and caught the smile on his face. He didn’t like it when I spoke in this tone, so what exactly was making him smile? Since I took the bold decision to take responsibility for my life, I’ve been surprisingly bold and confi