LOGINShare
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Heiress
Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56Related chapters
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
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Trillionaire 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Trillionaire 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Trillionaire 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Trillionaire 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Trillionaire 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-Four: Hotcakes
"Olivia-"Matteo rushes towards me as soon as I leave his car; my legs feel like jelly so I can’t move any faster, so when he holds my wrist, I don’t fight him.“Matteo, I don’t want to talk.”“I will not apologise for anything, but I think we need to clarify this birth control thing.”“Oh my God, you know just what to say. I wonder how long you stayed single before you bound me to a contract.”“Sarcasm is beneath you.”“You know what else is beneath me? Seeing a man who would put a bomb in my suitcase and risk blowing me up!”Tugging my hand from him feels fruitless; the man is ridiculously strong, so instead, I dig my heel to his feet, and he winces before loosening his grip on my wrist enough that I walk away from him.“Olivia! We aren’t- fuck, how much do you weigh. I think you broke my toe!”“Good!”The moment I enter my room-the guest room- I lock it and lean on the door. My back stings slightly from the wounds that were treated at the hospital, but more than that, my heart feel
Last Updated : 2024-10-29Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-Five: Win-Win
Roselle is definitely beautiful. Extraordinarily so, what makes it worse is that her image fits our brand of ‘rebirth’ and ‘second chances’, but her rebirth means I'm taking on a risk. After all, she was found with drugs at the age of sixteen at a house party and had since spiralled out of the spotlight.Even now, watching her speak to Seth, my talent agent, as he guides her through various forms and poses in the company studio for the interview, I can't help but feel anxious."I am vouching for them."Blair Danes says with a bright smile as if it changes anything."Do not take this the wrong way, Miss Danes, but your word with millions on the line means nothing to me."I utter honestly, and she pouts."Your brand is rebirth. These girls need one shot. We all get destroyed by life, but it's those who get back up that make it, and I can tell you that these girls are standing back up.""How many companies have shot them down?"At my question, Miss Danes looks away."Fifteen for Emilia a
Last Updated : 2024-10-29
Latest chapter
Trillionaire After Divorce Final-Final Author's Note (〜￣▽￣)〜
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
Trillionaire After Divorce Final Author's Note
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
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-Five: Swallowed by the Ocean
"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
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-Four: Staff Quaters
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
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-Three: Plan Bs?
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
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-Two: Liar
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
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-One: Kit
"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
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty: Blair
"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
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-Nine: Tonight
"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.
