A Divorced Billionaire Heiress For The Mafia Don
I gritted, narrowing my eyes into slivers.
"Hey, watch your tongue," Gibson warned, and I averted my gaze to meet his.
I released my fists, badly wishing this was nothing but a dream.
"Why—" I was halted, and the biggest shock was thrown at my face.
"Because she is the mother of my child," Gibson announced, and all the air rushed out of my lungs.
"What child?" My voice was barely above a whisper.
"Celine," Gina answered.
My muscles tensed, and I could feel the veins on my temples throbbing. Fire combust in my chest like a pressure pot had exploded, spreading throughout my entire body.