Chapter 64“He did it,” Francesca whispered in disbelief “He actually fucking did it,”Tamara blinked at the TV screen as David gave his divorce statement. She did it. She had ruined David’s marriage to Chelsea. So why did it feel like she was underwater? What was that loud sound in her brain and why did she feel like she couldn’t breathe?“Are you okay?” Francesca stopped watching the conference and turned to face Tamara with a look of concern on her face.Tammy shook her head and wordlessly walked towards the door of her office.“Miss?” Kim seemed worried as well as both Kim and Francesca hurried after Tamara.“Don’t worry, I’ve got her. Take care of things here,” Francesca picked up her bag and gently held Tamara’s elbow.Tamara’s knees felt weak and she allowed Francesca to guide her away from the office.In the parking lot in Francesca’s car away from prying eyes, Tamara brought her knees up to her chest and let the tears flow.She could see Francesca didn’t understand but the w
Chapter 65“Mr Windsor is inside ma’am,” Kim gave Tamara an understanding look and reached to open the office door.“No,” Tamara shook her head.Immediately her assistant understood and withdrew leaving Tamara standing in front of her office.This was it. She had ended their marriage and now it was time for her to deal with the consequences.With a deep breath, Tamara turned the handle of the door and stepped into her office with a big smile.“Good morning,” she chirped with a happy smile as she floated towards David.He was sitting, waiting for her, the moment he heard her voice, he got to his feet and spun around with a smirk.“I did it,” he announced proudly. “I ended the marriage and she didn’t get a penny,”“Good job,” Tamara crooned like she was pleased and planted a kiss on David’s cheek.She moved to go around the desk and seat but David wrapped his hand around her waist and gently but firmly pulled her back against him.“We don’t need to pretend anymore,” he whispered happily
Chapter 66A low moan slipped out of David’s throat and Tamara cringed as his hands on her waist tightened and he moved from her lips to her neck.His touch set her traitorous body on fire and yet disgusted her.“Dave,” Tamara breathed as he made quick work of the back of her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders.“No,” David shook his head with a loving smile and pressed a kiss to Tamara’s lips. “Let me take care of you.Before she could respond, he hoisted her up and carried her to the bed.The room seemed to swim before Tamara’s eyes as David set his lips on her cleavage and began to kiss his way down.Short gasps left her lips at the pleasure her body felt.Was it possible to hate something that felt so good? Her body began to tremble as David’s hands went everywhere.She blacked out. Or at least it felt like she blacked out when in reality, she felt detached from her body.It was her body enjoying David’s kisses, not her. The wetness between her thighs and the low heat deep in he
Chapter 67“Suta,” Marco whispered as he opened the door wider for Tamara to come into the house.Her eyes burned from equal amounts of pain and gratitude as Marco opened up his arms and just hugged her.Out there, a mere few away from his front porch, Marco hugged her and just let her cry. Tamara broke down again just from his kindness and he held her.He stood with his arms wrapped around her, slowly rubbing her back as she bawled in his arms.No questions were asked about where she had been or why she was so broken.It was one of her favorite things about Marco. He had the ability to just let her exist.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tamara sobered up and drew back slowly.“Thank you,” she whispered, love, swelling in her heart for Marco.“Come,” Marco gently guided Tamara inside the house.She remained silent as he took her to his room, excused himself to run a hot bath in the bathroom, and then came back for her.“What are you doing?” Tamara blinked at Marco as he gen
Chapter 68Tamara took a deep breath and raised the mug of coffee to her lips. She felt content and happy.The smell of pancakes and coffee beans was in the air, low music playing from the speakers as Marco fired eggs and chatted away with her.It took her back to her apartment in Paris and when Marco would come over. The dynamic between them hadn’t changed but then it had.Last night, Tamara didn’t know what she was thinking when she kissed Marco while she was naked in the bathtub.Thankfully he seemed to have his wits about him and after the kiss broke, he smiled and exited the bathroom.She had been mortified. Embarrassment crept into her bones as she remained in the bath until her fingers were pruned and the water had turned lukewarm.Some part of her expected Marco to fully ignore the kiss or be weird but surprisingly, everything had been perfectly fine between them.“Hey,” Marco placed a plate of eggs on the island in front of Tamara and scrunched his brows. “You okay?”She blin
Chapter 69Tamara cleared her throat and folded her hands on the table. “I don’t know what you’re re talking about,”Chelsea scoffed “You’ve taken everything. You had sex with him didnt you? And now you going to marry him,”“I have a meeting in five minutes,” Tamara lied smoothly. “If that’s all, please excuse me,”“You can’t have him!” Chelsea banged her palm on the table and moved closer to Tamara. “Do you know everything I've done just to be with him?”Tamara’s knees began to shake as a fresh wave of anger washed over her.“Chelsea leave. Or I’m calling security,” Tanara said firmly as she narrowed her eyes at Tamara.“Oh, I’ll leave,” Chelsea stood to her feet. “But you won't marry him. I’ll never let you,”The office door opened at that exact moment and Kim stood at the door with some security men.“Please Madam, allow me to escort you from the premises,” She smiled broadly at Chelsea.Chelsea’s face turned red, she snatched her bag in front of the table and stomped out of the of
Chapter 69Tamara took a deep sigh and clutched the edges of her dress to calm her nerves.She was in front of the restaurant, her eyes straining to see beyond the glass door where Mrs Rosa Donatelli sat at a table with her son waiting for Tamara’s presence.Tamara felt a hand at the back of her waist and jerked in shock.“Relax,” Francesca smiled. “She’s not going to eat you,”“Isn't she?” Tamara cracked a smile and visibly relaxed as she turned back to stare through the door. “She’s nicknamed Drago Donatelli for a reason. And she doesn't even like me so I’m confused why she's here to attend my engagement ceremony,”Francesca chuckled. “True. Let's hope her fire doesn't burn so hot when Marco and I tell her about the breakup,”“No,” Tamara held Francesca’s hand and shook her head. “I know Rosa. She’ll find some way to pin the blame on me, can you maybe not tell her tonight?”“Tamara,” Francesca sighed. “She’s going to blame you anyway because that’s what she does. Even if I told her
Chapter 71“And yes, we think the strawberry one is better,” Tamara heard David say as he dropped his fork and gave the cake woman a nod.“Babe?-“They were supposed to be trying and picking desserts for their wedding but Tamara wasn’t focused. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was feeling watched.“Babe?—-““What?!” Tamara snapped as she jerked and turned to David in irritation.He froze and his eyes widened in shock as the cake woman stared in surprise.“I… I “Tamara stuttered with a sigh and gently massaged her temple. “I’m sorry just feeling a bit jittery,”David swallowed and gave a nod. “I can pick out the rest if you want so you take a break and rest.”“No, no,” Tamara shook her head. “I want to be a part of it,”David cocked his head like he didn't believe her but thankfully didn't push.“Here, taste this. I picked the strawberry one,”Tamara blinked as he brought a strawberry spoon towards her.She shook her head and stopped his hand. “No. I don’t like strawberries,”Ag
Reborn for Revenge Last ChapterThe hall was packed full of the business world’s elite. The invitation was the most coveted thing as zero cameras were seen in the hall save for the officially approved videographers.The orchestra struck a cord, the double doors swung open and Elena Sanchez began her walk down the aisle.In her right hand she held a bouquet of flowers and her left down was intertwined with a man’s own.Shock rippled through the guests as they recognized the man as Chairman Donatelli.On the other side of the long aisle stood the groom of the day.Once Italy’s most suitable bachelor, Marco Dantelli stood with his eyes wet as his grandfather slowly escorted his bride towards him.Despite Rosa’s naggings about protocol and what was considered proper, Elena had written her own vows.The hall fell silent as her words resonated and she whispered them with tears in her throat.She would love him. She would hold him. She would be there for him, but most importantly, she would t
Reborn for Revenge New chapter “So? What do you think?” Rosa Donatelli asked her future daughter-in-law excitedly.“Umm….,” Elena trailed with a smile.“I know, I know,” Rosa sighed. “You want to wear your own dress. But it’s not made by any popular designer,” Rosa looked distressed as she patted down her bun and sighed. “What will I say when the other women ask who designed my daughter-in-law’s dress? An unnamed store from New York City?”Francesca and Elena locked eyes from the full-length mirror and they both burst into giggles.“Oh stop it!” Rosa hissed at them but the edge of her lip was lifted as well. A smile was brewing and she knew it.It wasn’t like Elena hated the dress. Far from it, Rosa’s dress indeed spoke of quiet luxury with its soft lace and intricate pearl design.It fit perfectly too. Pancakes aside, it was almost like the dress had been hand-sewn for her. She didn’t have any particular attachment to her own dress and she could have worn it.Just one issue.Elena
Chapter 96Elena Sanchez slipped in and out of consciousness as she heard shouting in the room. At some point, a blow had been thrown, followed by a loud slap that seemed to shock her properly awake.No, she had not been slapped, the slap was for someone else. It was in fact the noise of the slap that woke her up from her drug-like state.She vaguely registered that the bodice of her dress was torn and she pulled together the scraps of the fabric hurriedly trying to cover herself.Some footsteps and the warmth of a coat covered her. She closed her eyes and took in a breath of gratitude.Cedarwood smoky spice. The coat smelled like… Marco. Yes, the man she was supposed to marry. Elena jerked awake fully and flung open her eyes.“Are you mad! What a miscreant! How dare you!”Rosa Donatelli was red faced and screaming angrily. Elena felt disorientated and confused. What had happened?She turned her head to Marco who stood beside her, rubbing her hair with his face twisted in concern.“A
Chapter 95Elena made her way down to get breakfast but her head was spinning. Had Marco not come back last night from where he went with DaSilva? Why else would Vicker carry her instead of her supposed husband?“Dear, are you okay? You don’t look so well,” Queeneth, one of Marco’s cousins spoke up as she got to the dining table.Elena gave her a small smile and fanned herself with my palm. “I… I’m fine. I just need some air. Excuse me,” Before she could reply properly, Elena rushed out of the dining towards the drawing room window and pulled out her phone.Her hands shook as she dialed Marco’s number.Ring Ring.The phone rang and her stomach was in knots until he finally picked up the call.“Hello?”“Where are you?” Elena demanded immediately.In the background of the call, She could hear DaSilva’s voice and it grated on her nerves. “Did you come back last night?”“Sorry baby. I called Mama because you were asleep. I’ll be back in time for my bachelor’s party. Just…”Marco’s voice
Chapter next.“Oh, I think that pose is cute,”Elena squeezed her eyes shut and internally groaned at the sound of DaSilva’s voice. Here she was, trying to process that her soon-to-be husband could potentially have a five-year-old child and the woman was yapping loudly.“You okay?” Marco asked Elena with concern in his voice.“Yeah yeah,” She waved his concern off with a small smile. “I’m fine. Let’s just take the pictures,”Marco gave a nod and Elena didn’t miss his look of relief. He was trying so hard for everything to go well and she couldn’t understand why. Was it because of DaSilva?“And that’s a wrap,” The photographer, Antonio smiled at them The pictures are done. Let’s pick the ones I’ll process.Elena sighed in relief and smiled happily. Finally, an activity she could do with Marco.“Let’s choose the picture,” Elena smiled excitedly.“What do you think you know about PR?” Rosa stepped in with a conceding look. This is the Donatelli family. I will not have you disgrace the fa
Elena looked across the terrace where Marco and DaSilva were still deep in conversation. The two of them were secluded from the entire family and seemed to be talking about something serious.She tried to pretend like it didn’t bother her. She failed.“Maybe try being more subtle?” Vicker, Marco’s cousin teased her with an amused smile.Elena’s cheeks pinkened and she dropped the book she had been pretending to read. “Am I that obvious?” He chuckled and gave Elena a nod. “Pretty much. But it’s alright. You’re marrying him in four days. It would be strange if you weren’t worried,”“But should I be?” Elena frowned. “Do I have a reason to be worried? Who exactly is she?”“I’m sure grandfather already told you,” Vicker replied with a shrug. “She’s Marco’s childhood best friend. I’ve always known her, how exactly they met is fuzzy, but they were always inseparable, we all thought for sure they would be getting married but…” Vicker trailed off.“But what?” Elena asked, her interest now piq
Elena knew Marco was rich. I mean the man came from a long line of men who were diamond industry owners but she didn’t realise he was this rich.She had seen a reasonable amount of wealth in the time she had spent on earth yet her mouth was open in shock as the car pulled up by the side of the fountain and a man pulled open her car door.“Marco,” She whispered in shock. The entire driveway and the estate screamed luxury.The manor itself was breathtaking. Like a mini palace, she didn’t know what to focus her eyes on first. “The manor is gorgeous,” She gushed as she stepped out of the car.Marco chuckled lightly behind her. “Yeah, it is. I’ve gotten so used to this place, I always forget how shocking it is, to see it for the first time,”“Used to it?” Elena asked in bewilderment. “Are you joking?” She took off her sunglasses and stared wide-eyed at the entire expanse of the building.Would she ever get used to it? It amazed her to think of how Marco had grown up.Almost as though Elena
Chelsea was mad. Or crazy. Elena couldn’t decide which one as she watched the woman’s shiny eyes.This wasn’t Chelsea Rodriguez, the intelligent arch enemy she’d had since childhood. This woman was something else, bordering on the edge of insanity.“What’s wrong with her?” Elena asked her secretary as she watched Chelsea respond to the judges’s few questions.“I’m not sure,” Kim sighed and shook her head. “At the first trial, I thought she was putting on an act but now, it’s obvious to anyone that she’s lost it. Maybe guilt from all her evil deeds or the pain of losing the child she longed for,”Elena’s fingers shook but she twisted them and kept them on her lap as the judge slammed the gavel to bring utter silence to the courtroom.“The accused has been found guilty…”The court went up in uproar as the spectators cheered loudly while Elena just sat in silence staring at Chelsea’s wheelchair.“Order!” The judge tried to get the court silent again as she hit the gavel.“...guilty of at
Chapter 90It’s been three weeks since Chelsea Rodriguez’s accident and Elena’s attempted murder.Elena stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bridal shop. Her eyes were wet and as she looked at her friend’s reflection in the mirror, she could see Francesca’s eyes were also wet.“You look so beautiful, gosh,” Fancesca choked out as she got to her feet slowly.“She’s right,” Theresa smiled. “Hurry up and get married before you steal my woman,”The three of them laughed and Elena put a piece of her hair behind her ear.“I feel beautiful too. I think this is it. The dress, I’ll wear. It’s perfect,”Francesca gave a nod of agreement. “I love it too, but do you think Rosa will agree? I imagine she would want you to wear a custom made dress,”Elena’s brows wrinkled and before she could reply, her doctor and friend, Theresa spoke up.“It doesn’t matter if Rosa Donatelli doesn’t like the dress. She’s not the one getting married and she has to accept that. If she can’t then she’s free