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Chapter Eighty-Six: Worse
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Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Eighty-Seven: Easy
The restaurant was empty, with only the chef present. The lighting was dim; the majority of the space was only lit by candlelight and the kitchen lights.The key point for the ‘date’ was 'public space' as in, not to be isolated with him, but I guess he found a way around it. It’s my fault for forgetting such a loophole.Matteo steps in front of me and pulls my seat, but I hesitate. Is this normal? Is this how most people act with their crazy exes? Do they just give in to demands thrown at them?"Sit."He says impatiently.Seriously, what's the point of pulling my seat if that's his tone? There is no way I can mistake him for chivalrous anyway.Still, let's finish this quickly.After settling on the seat, he sits opposite me.There is no menu; the moment I sit, the chef brings the first meal. It's obvious how much thought he's put into this ‘date’, but as if this is an unmatched blind date, only the sound of our cutlery echoes. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I.I just want thi
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Eighty-Eight: As If
"Wait-"I don't know why 'wait’ is the first word that comes out of my mouth; it should be ‘no’ or ‘stop’, but I can't reach for those words. What if he really stops?Delicious goosebumps rush up my skin, forcing a shuddered breath to escape me.His hand squeezing my breasts seems to deny me of my sanity, so rather than speak, I pry his hands off my body—rather, I try to.I can feel his hot breath against my neck; he is so tall that he needs to hunch his back just to fit his face on my neck."Mat- ah!"Trying to whisper his name is futile, especially when chilly thrillies throb my clit when he rocks his length into my ass.On instinct, my sex twitches in anticipation of him plunging inside me as if the memory of his cock is etched in my body.My toes curl involuntarily when he once again rocks into me, fully clothed.I bite my lip, imagining how my sex would stretch to fit him, how fast he would move and how his weight would pin me to the sink, leaving me helpless and at his mercy.I’
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Eighty-Nine: Bleeding
Crazy....crazy, why did I say those words? I cringed. And for such a weak orgasm at that, have I turned into Elizabeth?Oh my god, for such a sacrifice of my brain cells, shouldn’t I have at least orgasmed to the point of numbness?“We are here.”Matteo’s voice drags me from my thoughts, making me realise that we are driving up to the main house.My eyes scan the driveway for Daniel’s car, but it isn’t there; of course, it isn’t. No self-respecting man would still wait for a person after hearing what he must have heard. Christ, why didn’t he hang up before I yelled that I wanted Matteo’s cock.Oh, for fuck’s sake, this is so embarrassing.I groan, feeling my cheeks warm.The car draws to a halt, and I unlock the handle. Before I can swing the door open, Matteo locks it from the control panel on the driver's side.With a sigh, I wait for him to speak, but when silent minutes tick by, I bite the bullet."What?""When your little plan ends…”Matteo says in a quiet voice.“Come to me. Let
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Ninety: Lab Results
“I’m sorry.” Again, my words were nothing more than a whisper, and in this loud environment, I doubt he can hear them. Still, his eyes lifted to me as if he had heard. “No...no, d-don’t be. It's not my cock you want.” He says with a laugh. Ah…so he had heard. “Get up, Danny. Let's head home.” I say loud enough for everyone at the bar to hear; if he says anything else embarrassing, I might be tempted to drink with him. ** "His cock, huh..." For some reason, Daniel, who slurred everything else, doesn’t slur those words as Marc, my driver, carries him into the house and lays him to rest in the guest bedroom. "Liv... Livy." Daniel calls, holding onto my hand as I tuck him in. "I-" "Shh...let's talk tomorrow." I say as Marc bows and leaves. It's around midnight, so it's best if we stop disturbing the rest of the sleeping house. "Tomorrow.” He repeats as though he knows nothing about what those words mean, but his eyes close either way, so I sigh. "Liv?" Elizabeth calls me
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Ninety-One: Fear
Steve said the long-awaited words to Matteo before giving the man on the floor another glance, and hope visibly flashed in his eyes, but Steve only frowned. It would seem that today as well he would also have a hard day cleaning. Matteo took the envelope and tore it open. He squinted his eyes to read the tiny print until a smile caressed his lips. “Ninety-nine point nine per cent.” Suddenly, all the irritation that filled him evaporated like water on a heated metal. "Douglas, I guess I'll be killing you painlessly. I just got some magnificent news." He said as he pulled out his silenced gun and pointed it to the tied-up man. The man’s eyes widened, and his face turned more erratic as he tried to scream past the white cloth sealing his mouth, but even as the bullet pierced through the man's head, the smile on Matteo didn’t waver. "Get me a wedding planner; I hear spring weddings are the ‘in thing’." Matteo said as he looked at his heated gun. “And call the man watching Olivia.”
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Ninety-Two: Stupidly Strong
From the corner of my eyes, I gaze towards where my phone crashed. It's uselessly shattered; even the chip on it might not help much.And the one on me…no, how did he know where my chip was? Did he bite me on purpose to destroy it?The more wild thoughts roam my mind, the faster my heartbeat accelerates; it's so fast that I am certain it will thump right out of my body through my throat.My gaze moves to the car beside me; the windows are tinted, so I can't tell if my kids are awake. I'm only grateful that his gun was silenced.I hope Elizabeth stays put.Wild nausea claims my throat before I turn my gaze back to Matteo."L-et them go."I say weakly, aware that I have nothing to bargain with. All my cards are laid bare.He must have planted someone on my side. I should have gotten an apartment and kept my circle small; with all the workers at Mum’s house, it's impossible to know where the leak came from."Why?"He asks, pressing the nozzle of his gun to the pilot’s head."What do you
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Ninety-Three: Without You
“He…”The simple syllable, ‘Help’, burns as it comes from my throat; rather, my entire body feels as if it's burning from the inside out.Do I have a fever?"Wa...ter."I try to sound out the words as I smack my lips together just to see if any moisture can be savoured from my mouth."There is water on the bedside table."Matteo's voice sounds electronic as if said by a speaker; either way, I still look for him.My eyes finally take in the room, its marble walls, expensive paintings and vases, and even the luxurious bed, but no curtain meaning no windows.Wherever I am, he can see me, but I can't see him. If that’s the case, then where are the cameras?"Wh..."My voice cracks, so I turn to the water. Raising my body proves difficult, and my arm, which I support myself with, feels as if it will fall apart.It's bandaged neatly, but the neatness doesn't speak for the pain."My babies. Where are my babies?"The question comes in a whisper; it's clear I need the water first.Finally uprig
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Ninety-Four: Zero
Trigger warning: Dubious ConsentMy hand reaches to slap Matteo, whose face hovers inches from me, but my hand moves so slowly that it caresses his cheek instead.I feel weak. Is it still the effects of the injection, or is it the fever?"I don’t think I have ever regretted meeting anyone in my life, Matteo.”The words spill from me. My head is getting hotter by the second; even the throb is intensifying, but before my eyes close, I might as well give him a reason to let me go.“I hate you, Matteo. I hate this side of you. I hate it when you drag me around without considering my opinion or my position. I hate that you exposed my children to violence, I hate that you threaten my people, I hate it when you-ahh stop touching-"I squirm to avoid his fingers that grow aggressive against my clit, but when I kick my leg to push him off me, he grabs my heel."If you hate me, that means you are going to run away again, doesn’t it? Should I break this? Should I snap your ankle so you won't leav
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