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Chapter Thirty-Five: Unbelievably Secure
Undercover Ostrich.Passerottina Mia: passerotto is a specific small and chubby bird; in this case, he is calling her his bird (The small bird) because, at the time, she looks small and fragile.
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"What has you holding a pan over my head, cara?"Matteo presses the question as he dabs the corners of his lips with his napkin. I had given my answer in passing earlier by the door, but I don't think I can avoid it anymore, especially now that he has eaten and is perhaps energised enough for an argument, should I avoid the topic at hand any longer.When I take too long to answer, he turns to the half-empty glass of wine next to me."I thought you didn't want to drink. Is it because tomorrow is a weekend? You remember we are going golfing, right?""I do, I do, I just...It's fine.""Not very convincing; try again.” He says in a dull tone as his tongue circles his mouth before he looks at me again."Does your drinking have anything to do with the pan?""A dead body fell on top of me; I'm still processing things."I answer, and he nods."What about you? You look tired, Matteo.”"Some nights I don't sleep well.""You slept fine with me."I shrug before realising he said ‘some nights’, ma
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Thirty-Seven: Heiress
“Aren't you going to introduce yourself to them?"The former prime minister says as he looks directly at me.There wasn't a long pause; there was barely a pause; he just wanted my attention."I'll trust my partner to do it better.”The former prime minister frowns at my response; I am not falling for his goading. Matteo narrows his eyes as if placing two and two together before I feel his hand on my lower back."I'm Matteo D'Amico, and this is my woman, Olivia Lawson, the new head of Lawson &. I."The former prime minister's wife widens her eyes as if something stirred her. Her hands dig into the shoulders of her children, but they don't even flinch. Almost as if they were used to absorbing her emotions."I expected more from you."The former prime minister mutters under his breath with a cold sneer, but I hear him. The cold emotion flickers away from his face when he clears his throat."I expected you to introduce yourself...like I taught you, Bethany."My skin crawls at the sound o
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Thirty-Eight: Sole Heir
There is nothing I can say to her, nothing I want to either because she is crazy. My father hates me. There is no way he is passing on his wealth to me; that's an entire dairy company, plus billions that he must have accumulated from his family name.Why, in God’s name, would he pass everything on to a woman he thinks of as ‘apathetic’?"Your club sandwiches."The server says as he places the tray on the table and begins to wipe the spilt water."I haven't spoken to him in-""I'm not asking you to believe me; I'm telling you to reject him when he proposes it."Everything she is saying sounds crazy, but she seems convinced, convinced that my father will die in two months as if monsters die naturally—those kinds of beasts are killed.Why is every older person in my life suddenly dying? Am I doing something to them? Is it me, or is there something in the water?Crossing my legs, I address the woman opposite me more calmly."That's terrible from a business perspective; what do I get for
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Thirty-Nine: Bitter
“No.”I answer without much thought as to what that kind of money will do for me.“You have a family, two daughters; how can you not give them that after they lose their breadwinner.”“You are soft, you are pathetically soft; if I gave Veronica that chance, she would have leapt on it! She has a good sense of when to say yes.”My father spits.“Yes, she does; hence, she knew when to say ‘no’ to you.”“Didn’t I teach you enough?"He asks pointedly, with a disapproving frown on his face.When I don’t answer, his hands fly to his waist, and he looks up at the bright sky that seems to have dark clouds gathering.“When I was in the hospital, they said that the medicine would have worked had there not been traces of arsenic in my blood. Arsenic.”He repeats with a laugh.“That bitch has been poisoning me.”“Pity is not something I can feel for you; you know that, right?”I ask.He has shared too much with me for me to give a proper reaction. My father, the cause of my nightmares, is going to
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty: Ninja Librarian
The bar is noisy, but we are on the first floor, which is more exclusive and less filled for the added benefit of the view of the ground floor. "He…tagged along." I simplify my answer as I gesture to Matteo. "Ugh." Elizabeth groans before reaching for her cocktail. “That’s three mango daiquiris for that blunder.” “I will take them like a champ.” I say as I settle opposite where she sat. “Three mango daiquiris and two mojitos!” My sister yells to a waitress. She already looks busy, but the waitress simply nods. “What do you want, pretty boy?” She turns the question to Matteo, who slides up to me, but he doesn’t answer, merely glances at a waiter, and the man rushes over to serve him. “Sassenach, no ice.” He says simply, and the waiter nods. “Okay, well fuck me for offering to order for you.” Elizabeth says after he orders, then sighs and turns her focus to me. “So, what did that bastard want?" My gaze lands on Matteo for Elizabeth's question. We were to discuss that, b
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-One: Nutcase
Warm water seeps down my back."Stay upright; I can't leave you in the tub again; you'll drown."Warm hands caress my body, guiding the warmth of the water around each curve and fold."Ah..."My head is still swirling, perhaps why when the hands brush against my clitoris, I jerk and then lean into it; it feels so good."Matteo?"I call weakly, and his blurry image comes into view.“You said you wanted a bath, so stay still.”I smile as his voice confirms that it is indeed Matteo."More."His fingers caress my clitoris, pushing the bud roughly until I stand on my tippy toes. My hands find his shoulders as I rock my hips."More..."I groan when he refuses to penetrate me, but instead, something warm chews lightly on my nipple before tugging and letting the flesh rest.My moan grows louder; perhaps the swirling of my mind and the steam around us; it could be anything that makes me feel this sensitive; either way, I will fall apart all too soon.My breath hitches in my throat as white-hot
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-Two: Feeding the Ducks
Matteo D’AmicoOlivia had left no more than two hours ago, but it was as if she had taken the spirit of the house with her. He had been used to staying alone before, but now, something was missing.She had to come back.Matteo thought as he tossed his toast aside; he was no longer hungry.He couldn't focus on his work as well, so he pushed aside his laptop that was playing a movie whose feedback was needed in twelve hours so that they could mark their promotional sponsors.Tossing his glasses aside, he gazed at her favourite chair. It wasn't really her 'favourite ', but it was the only seat she sat on.She needed to come back.His fingers tapped on the dining table repeatedly. The house was too quiet.He sighed again before taking out her phone from a hidden compartment on the wall behind him and powering it on. He didn't have her fingerprint, but the password was the same as last time.His tech guy was the best, after all.Still, why did she use the same password? What did the number
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-Three: Who Knows
Trigger Warning: Dubious consentMatteo D’ AmicoHer fingers were white and slightly bruised from holding on to the bat for too long, yet that didn’t seem to matter as her manicured fingers from her free hands held on to the broken windshield wiper.Fearing she might grip onto glass and cut herself, he guided the hand he restrained above her frame and captured the wondering hand.The lean forward made him attentive to her pulse throbbing against his cock; he could feel every twitch of her sex, and more than that, he could smell her sweet white chocolate scent stained in sweat.His breathing was as loud as hers, but beyond that, all he could hear was his heart racing as more blood rushed to his member.Her moan was loud and unrestrained as he rocked against her; his teeth found and sunk into her pale skin until her sex tightened against his cock, chewing his member and bringing him to the brink of an orgasm."Ah...mm."The sound slid from her lips before silence ensued; it was then tha
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