Trillionaire After Divorce

Trillionaire After Divorce

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Olivia B. Lawson gave up her life for love. She married her college sweetheart Vincent, who grew colder by the day. ‘Sign these documents to give my mother a piece of your liver; she needs it!’ ‘Your mother? The same one who hates me?’ ‘Stop being selfish, Olivia! I didn't marry a selfish woman!’ To make matters worse, the best friend she trusted conspired against her and slept with her husband. With nowhere else to turn when her life is threatened, she relies on the kindness of a handsome stranger: ‘Help me, my husband wants to steal my organs. I promise to repay you when we get these divorce documents to court.’ Will Olivia regret her proposal when the handsome stranger turns out to be the ruthless and most feared among the 'new money': 'Billionaire' film investor Matteo D'Amico, a wolf in sheep's clothing?

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Chapter One: At Least

"You should sign."

Vincent says with ease as he hands me a blue pen over the poor excuse of a ‘bed in breakfast’ he set up.

I can humour his attempt at making pancakes by eating them despite them being undercooked, but the attempt at wooing me seems attached to a ridiculous document.

The more I skim it, the more the grease used to make the pancake rises up my throat.

I can't believe this.

"What?"

I ask, just to make sure he is aware of what he is asking.

"Sign the documents. The doctors will only take a small piece of your liver and give it to my mother. It's a perfectly safe solution."

I know his mother has a liver issue, and a few weeks ago, we all tested out of formality to see who a perfect match would be to donate. Still, she is the same woman who slapped me because I ‘oversalted’ her son’s food even though Vincent said it was fine—forgive me if my liver testing was more out of ‘peer pressure’ than the genuine interest to help her.

“You said you would help.”

Vincent reminds me when my hesitation grows.

Instead of answering, I push my makeshift breakfast table aside and slip out of my sheets.

I don’t have the heart to tell him I despise his mother to the point of (maybe-definitely) wanting her to die, so I take a deep breath and instead open the curtains.

“Livy!”

Vincent commands, so I turn to answer him.

"Vincent, I took the test alongside your family. There is no way both you and your sister aren’t a match."

"Mia is a mother; she has children to take care of; even mum doesn’t want to inconvenience Mia’s family.”

“But she is fine inconveniencing your family?”

“Did you just call my mother an inconvenience?”

He asks with a sneer that forces me to retract my anger.

“No... I- Look, Vincent, I want kids too; you are the one who isn’t ready!”

“That’s not the point; Mia has kids now, so she can't do the surgery. I mean, who would take care of them? You? Of course not; as for me, I work and provide for both you and mother, so just do it. This is an emergency; how can you be so selfish; it's not like you have a job or anything that’s keeping you from donating to help your mother-in-law.”

I hate the lump filling my chest, ascertaining that I cannot breathe over it; I hate even more that I am accustomed to this feeling.

“Vincent, I stay at home because you don’t want me working. You want me taking care of your mother twenty-four hours a day, the same mother who is still trying to set you up with half the females in your workplace! I-”

“God, you are vindictive! That was one time, and nothing happened. You cannot punish her because of something she did in ignorance.”

He defends in a boisterous tone that drowns out my sigh.

“See, that’s the thing; she knows exactly what she is doing. Do you know how often she rubs it in that I depend on you financially? You asked me to quit so that I can take care of her, yet-“

“I’ll pay for the surgery; you can tell her that you found a part-time job and made it possible to-”

It’s like speaking to a brick wall.

“That’s not the iss-”

I begin my retort, but his eyes turn to the door.

“Vincent! Honey!”

My mother-in-law’s call sounds from across the hall; he must have heard her door open, so his concentration on the topic dwindled.

Our house is small, but Vincent wanted her to live with us because we did not have kids yet.

I want kids.

“Mother is up; I’ll go see what she wants; you make her breakfast.”

“Wait, that’s it? Don’t you have something else to say to me?”

“I will not apologise, Olivia, you are being selfish, and on that note, Mother wanted to go to the market in the afternoon before her dialysis; drive her there and keep her company; she is frail, so ensure she wears her jacket.”

He utters before turning away from me to exit his room to meet his mother, but that wasn’t what I wanted him to say.

“…just…a simple 'happy anniversary' would have been...”

I clamp my mouth shut, hoping that act would at least diminish the tears I restrict from flowing, yet still, my vision swims in unshed tears.

I guess he forgot this year as well.

Sometimes I feel more like a maid than ‘Mrs James’, but there are many shades of him.

 He is simply in a bad mood; I excuse before turning my gaze to the greasy and undercooked pancakes; the effort to make them no longer feels cute.

**

“Do you think I am being selfish for wanting to keep my organs intact?”

I pose the question to Natasha, my best friend from university, as I stare at the onions that I have already loaded up on just to stall for time so that I do not have to be near my mother-in-law in the supermarket.

“A little.”

“A little? Tasha?”

I call, hoping she reconsiders her answer.

“I mean, look at it this way: you love Vincent.”

She reminds me calmly through the phone; I can hear a door close on her end and some water run.

“I do.”

“Losing his mum to a liver disease when you could help keep her alive would break him; I mean, no offence, but your husband is a ‘mama’s boy’.”

“That he is. But I don’t see how that is my responsibility; both he and his sister Mia are a match.”

“But he is the breadwinner, and Mia is a mother. You aren’t…I mean, I don’t mean for this to come out wrongly, but you don’t do much aside from acting as eye candy during his work meetings-”

A sigh leaves my lips before I hang up the phone.

Despite her personality and her criticisms of how I do the bare minimum, even though I do chores that make me feel as if I am an unpaid maid, she is still my friend.

“Fuck.”

A hard hand crashes against my back as the curse slips from my lips.

No one but my mother-in-law hits me physically and pretends as if it is good-natured.

“Nancy, are you through with your shopping?”

I ask as I turn to face my mother-in-law.

“What kind of disgusting language is that? Do you use such words in front of my son?”

He isn’t three. He knows what the words mean. Wasn’t he a rapper a few years back before he dawned a business suit and gave his life to the finance corporation at her insistence?

“No, I'm sorry Nancy.”

I apologise either way.

Nancy clicks her tongue before dumping her load onto my shopping basket as if it were not already full.

I had suggested a shopping cart for the wheels and space, but she refused because ‘it would only make me buy things and I am not paying for said things with my money’, yet her things are worth twice mine, and by ‘mine’, I mean household items like food while ‘hers’ luxury chocolates and sweets to gift her friend group.

“Just go pay. I will be late for my doctor’s appointment.”

She dismisses.

“Of course.”

The basket in my hand is heavy, so I place it on the floor before ransacking my bag for Vincent’s card, but I cannot see my wallet.

“Oh no! I changed bags and forgot Vincent's card on the bed-”

“How useless are you? Have you forgotten that I am sick? You think I want to waste my time out of bed like this?”

“of course not, I- I was conf-”

“I- I- I- enough of your cheap excuses; I don’t even know what my son saw in you, God! He should have married that lawyer on Eleventh Street, Jodi or even that colleague of his, Natasha Forrest.”

The words ‘I’m sorry’ dance at the tip of my tongue, but I cannot voice it, call it the last shred of my dignity.

“What the hell are you standing around for? Go home and get his card.”

“Oh...y-yes.”

It's far, do I have to drive to and from now? Can’t she ask me to get the shopping after her dialysis? I’m also supposed to pick up Mia’s children at three because she is busy and-

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

She insists, and suddenly, my worries vanish as I turn into a willing slave; it's faster if I get to it anyway.

“R-right!”

I answer, and like a broken and trained soldier, I leave the store hurriedly; I swear I hear her mutter the word ‘idiot’ under her breath, but at least she didn’t hit me in public—right?

**

There are women's shoes on our doormat next to Vincent’s.

Usually, I would assume that Mia had brought her family over for my cooking, but...she would have told my mother-in-law about it so that I prepare extra food, and there would have been a pair of sneakers for her little ones.

So then...whose shoes are these?

My hand turns on the knob slowly; I cannot tell if it is my perception of time or if my fingers purposefully delay the turn, but the sight before my eyes as the door swings open is Tasha’s.

She is naked save for my robe on her body; hell, even her hair is wrapped up as if she were from a spa.

"Livy...”

She calls in surprise as she lowers the bottle of orange juice in her hand.  

I can't see Vincent; I need to...

My eyes take in water droplets on the floor leading to the kitchen and some upstairs before wordlessly; my legs take me past her and up the stairs—Vincent always falls asleep after sex.

“Wait, Livy, I can explain."

Of course, she can; everyone can explain, but I need to look Vincent in the eye. I need him to be the one to say that this is a misunderstanding.

He needs to be the one to convince me that this ‘isn’t what it looks like’.

My force in opening the door seems to be the one that jolts him awake.

"What...what time is it...Olivia? Aren't you shopping?”

He is in bed, from the looks of it, a nap, but how long have I been out of the house?

Was it enough for sex and a nap?

I can't…I can’t think clearly.

My vision is swirling, and I feel like throwing up. Am I breathing?

"Wait, Livy, I can explain.”

Natasha finally catches up to me before the scent of our shampoo washes over my frame from her.

"You've been screwing my best friend?"

The question slips from my lips with no tact, but even so, Vincent: Say no, say that you haven’t, say I'm mistaken, say anything...I will believe you if you convince me and tell me that such a thought is stupid and that you only love me.

But, for the longest time, his dark eyes travel between Natasha and me wordlessly.

 How can he not say anything?

"You were supposed to be out with Mother. Is she back as well? What did the doctor say?”

Vincent, the man I love, is terrible at love.  

"I asked you a question, Vincent."

I utter, unwilling to give in despite an apology for leaving his mother alone dancing at the tip of my tongue.

A sneer rises on his lips as an irritated sound leaves his throat, all while he peels the sheets off him to expose his boxers to both Natasha and me.

He leaves me without a doubt that my question irritates him.  

"No, I didn’t have sex with her. She had a spill from lunch, and I loaned her a shower because we live close and she has a date in the evening. As for this, I come home sometimes to nap, especially on days like today. Have you forgotten how early I had to wake up to make you breakfast?”

He responds as he picks his discarded shirt from the ground to wear it.

Vincent…at least...tell me a convincing lie. Since when can you so easily get dressed in front of a woman who isn’t me?

 I... must look like the stupidest woman alive.

 When?

When was it that I began to resemble a doormat?  

“Vincent.”

“Yes, Olivia?”

He asks as if he is waiting for my explanation of his mother’s whereabouts because his matter has been resolved.

“I want a divorce.”

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Undercover Ostrich.
Update: The two books are now officially completed.
2024-08-10 14:13:35
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bookworm2827
There are some books that barely catch your interest, & then some you can't put down. Couldn't put this one down, it drew me in; before I knew it I was addicted to the D'amico brothers. I couldn't wait for the next update, & constantly checked for the next chapter. Thoroughly enjoyed these books.
2024-08-10 03:54:03
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Undercover Ostrich.
Status: Book I (the main story) is complete, so feel free to read without interruption. Book II is still updating and is an optional read. ♡
2024-05-31 23:57:44
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softstep011
I love this story. It can be crazy because it is about two people who have no idea how to love each other. Despite all the horrible things they may do, they still find acceptance and strength in one another. They complete each other.
2024-05-15 08:10:11
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Delinda Schumacher
93 chapters 4-14-24
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Debbie
I’m loving this story. Hooked! Please update
2024-04-03 11:52:06
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bmelende
I love this story! Und Cov Ost can create flawed characters with many in-depth layers. The dialogue and banter is often funny even during dramatic scenes. There are so many twists and turns, the plot keeps throwing me thru a loop. This story keeps me on the edge, I never know what to expect next.
2024-03-25 15:16:46
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Delinda Schumacher
Dear Author, please if your going to use a foreign language in your books, could you please also put the English translation next to your foreign language! The way you have used the foreign language in this book is so disrespectful to your readers! why would anyone want to pay for this?
2024-03-14 21:54:52
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Erin Beth
I'm really enjoying this book. I can't wait to see how it all plays out.
2024-03-14 03:05:03
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Jehan Romato
Victoria will be the hell of Livvy.
2024-03-07 14:41:55
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Delinda Schumacher
25 chapters 2-9-24
2024-02-10 03:15:20
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ESE-IDEHEN EVBARUOVBOKHANRE
interesting from the beginning.........
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Chapter One: At Least
"You should sign."Vincent says with ease as he hands me a blue pen over the poor excuse of a ‘bed in breakfast’ he set up.I can humour his attempt at making pancakes by eating them despite them being undercooked, but the attempt at wooing me seems attached to a ridiculous document.The more I skim it, the more the grease used to make the pancake rises up my throat.I can't believe this."What?"I ask, just to make sure he is aware of what he is asking."Sign the documents. The doctors will only take a small piece of your liver and give it to my mother. It's a perfectly safe solution."I know his mother has a liver issue, and a few weeks ago, we all tested out of formality to see who a perfect match would be to donate. Still, she is the same woman who slapped me because I ‘oversalted’ her son’s food even though Vincent said it was fine—forgive me if my liver testing was more out of ‘peer pressure’ than the genuine interest to help her.“You said you would help.”Vincent reminds me whe
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Chapter Two: Anything
"What?" Vincent asks, a deathly stillness lacing his voice. “Divorce, I want a divorce.” "A divorce for what? Tasha, explain why you are here; show her the stain on your clothes." He insists, and so I turn to her, but a frozen panic marks her expression. "I-I-...Livy, don't you believe your husband?” Hah…so much for ‘friendship.’ "I am Olivia to you now, to both of you.” "Where the hell do you think you are going?" Vincent asks with a raised voice as I spin away from him. I need to leave this house; I can get my things later. “Livy! I asked you a question: where the hell do you think you are going?” "Away." "Stop right there!" He calls after me, but I do not; this could be the first time I have disobeyed him while he is aggressive with his anger. I can't help the racing of my heart that feels constricted in my chest or the pounding of my head at the facts that I ignored; of course, this is why he stopped sleeping with me because he could sate his lust elsewhere! I can't
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Chapter Three: Period
“Anything?” The more the man repeats that word, the more sinful it sounds. But I can give ‘anything’ and everything to keep my organs intact; I have no qualms about donating, but can't it be to someone I can wish well for? Can't it be by my will? Can't I have more of a say than this? So, I guess in this case, ‘anything’ fits. I nod slowly to the man’s repetition, and his chuckle echoes as he bends over to collect me from the ground. "Boss, I can carry her." One of the men in black around him offers, but he shakes his head. "She is my dog now." My arms surround his shoulders, accepting his demeaning term of me because if I can survive the night, then I will clutch on to the devil himself. The man smells good, like aftershave and a subtle hint of expensive cologne. His deep chuckle follows when I bury my nose against his chest. “She even smells me like a dog.” He utters, making me jerk my face away from him. Shit. This is embarrassing. “Well, don't stop now, doggy. I'm your
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Chapter Four: Everything
The butterflies in my stomach seem to want to spill. My gaze lands on the first seat in the lab before I slump down, starting with the heavy books in my arms. I should have brought a backpack. A person from beside me clears their throat; she is pretty with dark hair, brown eyes and light freckles that greatly disservice her bold and rebellious make up choice. Come to think of it, weren't the people at the table noisy before I sat? Did I interrupt them? Good job, Olivia; let’s ruin our first day of university! "I'm sorry." I begin, "Was there someone sitting here?" "Yes." The dark-haired woman answers before a handsome man with dark eyes interrupts her. "Cut her some slack, Tasha. You can sit. I'm the one who kept quiet; I was...rapping. Which is probably not the most ideal thing to do in a classroom." He responds with a faint blush. "You rap?" I ask, and his face softens to a smile before his lips part, letting eloquent and somewhat raunchy lines about my eyes and lips fl
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Chapter Five: White Chocolate
Matteo D’Amico Olivia Lawson had light brown hair that resembled honey, hazel eyes with a slight blue hue, soft, plump lips, and a body that the gods must have carved. He loved the sight of the ass that had wiggled on the floor as its helpless owner crawled desperately to safety at the hospital. She looked beautiful when she turned to him, even with her eyelids half closed and her body trembling with fear. He loved how she clung to him afterwards as if he were her beacon of hope. Of course, he was at the time. She had been interesting enough to grab his attention, and when she asked for a divorce from her supposed husband, he saw a chance with her. He could pretend to be her friend, pretend to be sympathetic, pretend to understand her until he could have her for a night and rid himself of the lust he felt around her, but Christ on a cracker, she was a Lawson. He had been looking for an opportunity to get close to the family; most ‘old money’ families feared him, but the Lawsons h
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Chapter Six: What a Shame
By the time I turn my attention from Elizabeth back to the armed man, he is gone.“What kind of ninja bullsh-”My mutter is cut short by the feel of liquid on my fingers; there is still some blood on my wedding ring from when I slashed Mr Simmon’s earlier.I should have returned the ring; I must have gotten so used to wearing it that-“Seriously, Livy, let's go!”I roll my eyes at my younger sister’s impatience, especially because she was the late one; still, I walk towards her car and enter before more vehicles cue at the pickup/drop off point.Elizabeth's car is packed, stuffed to the brim with suitcases; some still have their seal from the airport, perhaps from her last vacation."Shouldn't you have taken the essentials? I can barely see the cars behind us; driving like this is unsafe!”"Relax. It's fine."She says as she fiddles with the radio before setting on a pop station and driving us off."Were you having dinner with a friend or looking for somewhere else to spend the night
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Chapter Seven: Rag Doll
"Livy!" "Vincent, I'm serious; he grabbed my-" "Livy, I didn't ask you to cook this dinner so that you can pick apart my coworkers. This night is important for me. If I get this promotion, we can move to a bigger house and go on fancier dates." "I don't need-" "There you two are! Slithered away, have you?" Vincent's hand snakes around my waist as the newly retired general manager of Vincent’s company swaggers in the kitchen where Vincent and I are having a private discussion. He doesn’t seem to care that he is interrupting us, but that could be because his cheeks are flushed from the alcohol I served. "Yes, I am just giving my wife a few notes on the hors d'oeuvres she has served." Vincent defends as if we have no right to be in our kitchen. "Mrs James, you have done a fantastic job. Thank you for hosting my retirement party." Vincent’s former boss says. I didn't want to host the party; he has a wife who can do this for him! "Ah, it's nothing, Mr Harris." Vincent answers on
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Chapter Eight: Madam
My hand reaches for the pitcher of water at the centre of the table; it's cold and frosty. One girl out of the three seated winces as if I am about to douse her with the cold water, but instead, I pour the liquid into her half-full glass. “There are a lot of things on my mind, but guess what takes the cake?” I ask, but none of them answer; they only look at each other as if they want to run. “‘How influential and important to my company are these three ladies to gossip about their boss openly and loudly.’ Really, I can’t wrap my head around it. How can I not know your names and how important you must be for me to overlook this?” I press the question, but again, none of them says anything. Finally, after what feels like a full minute, one of the ladies gasp when the cold water overflowing from the glass to the table finally drips onto her skirt. She stands abruptly with her eyes widened. "Sit. Down." She does as I command. Like a scared puppy, she sits on the now wet chair and co
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Chapter Nine: Cagna
"Olivia Lawson...Olivia Bethany Lawson." Vincent repeats as if he is trying to familiarise himself with my name. “The Olivia Bethany Lawson.” He finishes with a cold laugh as I close the doors to the private balcony right next to the main hall. I agreed to give him the five minutes he demanded, with Hugo standing outside, keeping watch to avoid eavesdroppers from paparazzi posing as guests. Vincent reaches for a flask inside his jacket and takes a swig. He likes rum, but since the liquid in that flask smells like nail polish remover, it must be cheap vodka. "They say three years is enough to know a person, but boy, did you elude me. Was it funny? Were you laughing when you were trying to find out how commoners live? How they struggle? Was it easy playing pretend?" He asks as bright pink patches paint his cheeks. I don’t remember the last time I saw Vincent tipsy from one shot; whatever is in that flask must be strong; it's best we finish this quickly. "Pretend?" I repeat wit
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Chapter Ten: Fixes Everything
The tears stop, but the hollowness in my chest persists until I notice the paleness of his hands as they grip the steering wheel so tightly that I fear it may snap from its slot in the car. Crap, he is actually angry. The car takes a sudden and most definitely unlawful sharp turn, causing me to hold on for dear life on the seat. Sadness seems to escape me, replaced entirely by the fear curling in my veins at the sudden hoots that follow his dangerous driving. “Have you lost your mind?” He doesn’t answer my yelled question, and for some reason, I can’t bring myself to force him to answer because my eyes are drawn to the veins lining his arms, settling snugly next to the firm muscles on his upper arm. My pulse quickens, and no, it's not fear but exhilaration that drives it: I made a man this gorgeous jealous! I can't remember the last time Vincent felt jealous. To him, I was always the obedient housewife who couldn't say no to him, someone who would always choose him, so there was
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