“I'm sorry."Elizabeth says suddenly in the car's silence.My gaze remains outside without answering.It's not her fault; none of this is her fault. To begin with, my relationship with Matteo is built on sand; even a small wave can wash us away.But I can't bring myself to accept her apology. I don't want to.My hand strokes Mari's hair. She turns her gaze to my wrist, which is red, not from his harsh grip but from the handcuffs."Mama's hurt."She says as she places a kiss on my wrist."You've kissed it better, haven't you?"She nods and smiles widely. Luca, who is asleep in my arms, stirs a little before closing his eyes once more."Mama?""Yes, baby.""I don't want a dad anymore.""What? Do you- do you not like him? Is he scary?""No, he's funny, and his food tastes good, but...""But?""You don't seem to like him.""Oh...but-""You get silent when you are upset; you were silent today.""Are you calling Mummy noisy?"My hands move frantically to tickle her stomach, and her giggles
The cold air whips mercilessly around us, increasing by the second.My tears, once warm, are now mercilessly freezing on my face.Mum is the first to break the silence when she looks up to the sky. After wiping one last tear, she speaks in a voice so quiet that the wind could blow it away."If you leave this house to go back to him, I won't call you again, so don't you dare come back.”With that, Mum wraps her shawl over her slender shoulders and retreats into the house without a sound.“I am so-”Elizabeth’s words don’t even have a chance to occupy my racing mind, so I don’t hear what she says even though I can see her lips moving.Tired of watching but not understanding her, my hands fly to my face to muffle the sound of my cries.Mum always has a way of tearing one down; I guess that’s just a mother’s superpower.In less than thirty minutes of our meeting, she has managed to bring to light every insecurity and fear I have about my relationship with Matteo.I told Matteo that I came
Victoria stares at the pills once more before tapping the edge of the box as if an idea formed in her head.“Here, your pills.”She says as she tosses them to me. I make no attempt to take them, and instead, I let them fall on the ground and slide to my end."I'll tell Matteo this, you don't mind, do you?”It's not really a question."The news is not yours to tell."I say in a voice as calm as I can muster."I'm volunteering. I mean, last time we had a deal, you played me. It's only right I get information from the source, like now, instead of relying on your word of mouth—Jesus, it's hard to communicate when you keep thrashing around.”Victoria says as she turns to Elizabeth, who is fighting the guard’s hold on her wrist, loudly.“Let go of me, you big bald elephant!”Elizabeth hisses at the man, but he doesn’t even budge.“I don’t get how you can handle three kids. Hey, can't you see the adults are talking? Shut the hell up.”As soon as Victoria finishes the words, she raises her ha
“The president?”Daniel asks,"I left the white house, so I don’t really know how he is, but I’d say he has high blood pressure; hell, I can bet on it.”I smile at Daniel’s answer."He is too busy trying to save his campaign to focus on anything else, but you must be happy that the protests around Lawson HQ have stopped.""I am, thank you, Daniel.”"For what? This was the plan."He says with a shrug as he begins to pull out of the embrace."For hanging on."I say, and instead of pulling away firmly, I feel his fingers twitch on the flesh of my back."Let's get inside, it's cold."He says, with a slight cough.**After a serving of hot cocoa and a play session between 'Uncle Dad' and the kids, we settled in the living room, which was already littered with Christmas decorations.It’s evening now, and the fireplace is on instead of the AC."And... he...is big."Marigold explains Matteo’s height to Daniel by standing on her tippy toes."Like a big, scary dinosaur! Rawr!"Luca adds with a
I expect Matteo's laugh. That it would be this boisterous, on the other hand, feels uncalled for."This is ridiculous."He says the words between gritted teeth."Who the fuck are you to tell me how I feel? Who are you to explain that I don't love you? Do you know how-"Matteo suddenly stops talking, sighs and lets out a loud groan."Fuck."His loud curse echoes in the night, and his breath under the freezing cold turns to misty smoke almost instantly."You are driving me crazy. How many times do you need us to be on this road? Two steps forward, eighteen steps back? I told you I loved you three years ago, three years ago and you never thought to give me a chance! I am not even surprised that you are trying to pick a fight over nothing now.”“Over nothing?”“Yes, over nothing!”He yells. I have no doubt that people in the house can hear us, but telling him to lower his voice won’t help the situation.My hands rub the bridge of my nose in frustration.Hah… it's wet; I’m crying again.Ho
"What about me? Wouldn’t you 'put me in my place too'?”I ask when his silence lasts for too long.“I mean, you were in love with your sister-in-law at the time, so imagine if a contract lover forgot her place in your life. Did you know what Victoria did to Blair? Don’t answer that; you probably don’t, so I will tell you, and then maybe, just maybe, you will understand why I left.”My fingers grip Matteo’s jacket; the wind seems to have gotten stronger. Perhaps Blair is trying to tell me to guard her secrets from the heavens.“Victoria asked a doctor to fake Blair’s pregnancy results. She wasn't pregnant, but the doctor said she was because Victoria paid them to. Do you remember such a confrontation? Blair said that you were there. Do you know she believes Christopher left because of that? Do you know what he said to her? He said, ‘If you were pregnant, I would have raised it with my wife’. So, tell me, where did I have the chance to stay by your side, to trust you?"“That was Christo
The applause, the spotlight and the overly friendly host trying to showcase her abilities seem to nauseate me.“Welcome, Olivia Lawson. It's lovely to have you on our show, ‘Good Evening Devnia’.”The host, Sharon, says as she tosses her curled hair over her back.“It's nice to be here; thank you for having me.”I say quickly as I cross my legs.It is six p.m. now, and while I was meant to be on the show's last segment at seven, I insisted on filming earlier because I am hosting my housewarming event today.“There has been much controversy surrounding your failed wedding, the president, and all that. With your help, we want to get to the root of the rumours.”With a smile, I take a deep breath at her ‘to-the-point’ way of questioning and begin.“Well, Sharon, first of all, thank you for your many, many invites to the show. I am also sorry that I couldn’t squeeze more time into my schedule, but I am here now, so fire away.”“Wonderful, so the question in everyone’s mind was mentioned b
Hastily, my hands typed' Olivia Lawson kids' into my home screen’s search bar, and true to Matteo's words, Elizabeth and my little angels dressed in green frog costumes smiling inside an almost empty shopping cart fill my screen under the section trending.I mean to enlarge the image, but instead, I refresh the browser, causing a new image of Matteo who is shielding them from the paparazzi to appear."No way."A suspicion buds from one corner of my chest.'Film magnate Matteo D'Amico, possible father of the Lawson twins'Hah... is he announcing that he is their father?My tongue clicks against the roof of my mouth.Is he doing this on purpose?Does that mean he watched my interview?A gust of cold wind wraps around my body, causing me to shudder.Seriously, why do I feel so tired today?**Two bright lights close in, nearing where I stand. As soon as the large silver car stops, Matteo opens the door to childish screams and hastily closes it before rounding his vehicle and walking to w
I feel the need to mention that, no Etienne and Anthony were harmed during the time skip in the last chapter; they were just posted away from the main family to Italy. Jokes on Christopher, they liked it because they were paid to laze around without the tension of him grumbling all over the place.I'd also like to ask your vote on a setting, would you love to read a transmigration, body switch or rebirth story?Rebirth would be when the female lead dies and goes back in time for whatever reason and purpose.A body switch would be the female lead going into another person's body. Maybe they were rich and ungrateful, and now they have entered the body of another woman who works under an obsessive billionaire, and there are consequences when they refuse to work and instead resign.Finally, transmigration would be if the female lead enters a novel they have read, whether they loved it or not. You know I love villains, so of course it’s the villain’s body that they enter. So, an example wou
Hi guys!We are finally at the end of the story!! Thank you so so much for reading, thank you for voting and thank you for loving the work and leaving a review; if you haven’t, please do.This last chapter is especially dedicated to anyone dealing with anxiety or depressive symptoms; it is a season, and it will pass. If your best is opening a window, open it. If your best is just basic self-care, taking a shower, moisturising, and putting the pyjamas right back on, do that. One step at a time. You are more loved and valued than you believe, and medication doesn't make you 'weak' or a 'failure'. Don’t be afraid to reach out, but more than that, don’t be afraid when people reach out, say 'yes' to that trip to the beach or bowling gig, or hell, to a walk just around the corner. We are all one.For my next work, it will still be a billionaire romance, and the male lead will still be a walking red flag. Aren’t they just the best? Plusss..how could I forget to mention smut will be present? I
"But-""It's fine; I'll be back soon.”I say reassuringly to Henry.I wave off his innocent concern despite half my face being covered by his hand.If he were to slap me the same way I slapped him, I'd probably end up in the ICU. Despite knowing that, I leave Henry with Etienne in the living room and follow him like a prisoner escorted to their sentencing.**"You went to the hospital. What for?"This is not the beginning of the conversation I expect, nevertheless, Christopher’s gaze as he closes the door behind me doesn’t leave my face."The headaches, but I have the medicine, so it's fine; more than that, I haven't seen Anthony in days. Did you change my guard?""Anthony?"Christopher asks with a frown, his mouth twisting as if he has eaten something rotten."Who are you calling 'Anthony'?""My- my bodyguard, with brown hair, you assigned him to me."I explain as if he doesn’t already have that information.What is this? What is he playing at?"Did I? And he told you his name? He an
Christopher D’Amico "Spare me."It took three hours to track Alessio and four hours to corner him like this.Yet this was the nonsense he was spewing?"No."Christopher answered.The gun in his hand had no more bullets, so he hit the back of Alessio's head, causing him to fall to the ground. Of course, Alessio didn't come easily, so the blood he tasted from his lips was his.Hopefully, it wouldn’t leave a mark, but even if it did, the wound was inside his mouth, so Elizabeth would not see it.Still, it didn't matter.Everything would end today, and he could head back to Italy to find another man to take his position.Positions in the mafia could only be replaced through death; there was no such thing as a fair trial, only retirement, that was hard-earned.Alessio held his head at the point of impact as if he thought his skull had shattered. There was blood coming from his head, but Christopher heard nothing crack, at least not yet.Still, there was little he could do to guarantee the
Blood. He smells like blood. No, not just smells; he has blood on his clothes.Closing my eyes and opening them, I focus on the bouncing bunny on the screen while Henry bobs his head to the tune.Before long, his little head sways left and right before falling to my stomach as he was resting between my legs, and a soft snore follows.Aww... how precious.His little hands curl against the fabric of my clothes.I should take him to bed; I think Christopher has eaten by now or should be eating, so there should be an interruption.My hands move to scoop him up, but a voice stops me."Is there a reason you are both on the floor when there are perfectly suitable seats next to you?""Henry and I used to sit like this in the old house.”I explain without turning back to him."Are you thinking of the good old times?”His words seem pointed, so I lift Henry in my arms and turn to him with a frown."What is that supposed to mean?”I ask, noticing the curls in his poorly dried hair.Wait, wasn’t
My gaze lingers on the orange glow of the streetlights while my mind centres on the sounds of the cars whooshing past us.My sex is fine now. Other than mild tickling sensations that will go away after three or four rinses in the shower. I am fine.Well, I guess the dull ache choking my throat is something else entirely."You've been quiet for a while now."Christopher comments as he makes a turn to the estate.Of course, I have been quiet. Yesterday, I went to bed and woke up believing that he liked me, that I could have him wrapped around my finger if I tried, and that gave me the confidence to say no to him at the club, and now, I realise that I had gotten ahead of myself.I almost ruined the marriage.There is no divorce, but if perchance he changes his mind, I'll have nothing. I'll lose the one thing I came into the marriage with—Henry.He doesn't like or love me; he is curious about me. Is that even the best way to describe it?Maybe it's more he thinks he likes me.Fuck... if I
"No. Never. Not when I am with you. No-"“Not anymore, right? That’s what you want to say next, isn’t it?”I ask as the grip I had on Alessio’s leash lessens.Christopher’s lips seal as if he had no answer to my question.“I…I really can’t believe you even know what love is- ah, that’s why you said you don’t have feelings… ah, I got ahead of myself.”My voice grows smaller as I mumble the new findings."Elizabeth, please...please."“Please, what? That's so vague, considering you need me to call you the way another woman does to get you to orgasm.”I ask as I turn to face him.I think I should leave now; this…this is enough to break any ‘soft’ girl’s heart."Please... believe me. Not with you. I never think of anyone but you."He repeats as if sensing my mood."I'm half out of my mind because of the lube they applied on me, and you can't cum until I call you the nickname the 'love of your life’ called you.""You are the love of my life."Does... he even know what that means?“Then why d
"God damn it, Elizabeth!"Christopher yells as he rattles the cuffs binding him.“I said, let's talk about this later. I didn’t say ‘no’.”"You shut me down twice. I don't trust you not to lock me up somewhere and shut me down a thirty time when there are no consequences.""I won't-""Yeah...see now, I don't trust easily. That's kind of the problem with us... what did you call me? 'broken? Soft?”"Elizabeth.""Let's move on to the third round."I yell, and as if on cue, the announcer produces a tune to signal the entrance to the third round."He can choose. He can choose what he wants! He can choose, but he needs to have the full picture."Christopher finally gives in."I want it in writing.""Done. I'll get it to you by Monday morning. I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I'm sorry that I shut you down and made you feel that this was the only way to communicate. Please...please stop this.""Why? Aren't you having fun? You even left me at the store to get dragged here.""That bastard Taz-""Yes, th
"Bu-but I've lost."Participant One defended as if he took Christopher’s words seriously."You touched what is mine."The answer came back coldly.The blindfold covering my eyes feels like a burden. I want to see the expression on Christopher’s face. No, I want to see the expression on everyone’s face.I can still feel the echoes of Participant One’s fingers on my nipples. This is going to be harder than I thought."Hey, this thing has consent written all over it; she consented. So why are you threatening me?"The man asks, his desperate voice bordering on whiney."I didn't consent to you touching my wife.""Yes, you did, Taz-""Ah yes, mentioning another dead man."Christopher says in a light tone; one could almost think he is joking. Almost."Bu-""Next Participant."The announcer announced, perhaps bored with the back and forth."I'm out.""Wait, but..."The familiar voice of Participant One hesitates, perhaps hating that a participant backed down instead of doubling down like him.