All Chapters of Seducing the Cold Hearted Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Avery Marquez-PetrakisI had said something. I just couldn't figure out what. We were just talking about home when Iñigo froze in his seat like he was doused with ice cold water. I immediately asked him if I said something wrong but he shook his head no.  All throughout the drive he was quiet and answered me with only yes and no. It was unusual of him to suddenly become quiet when he was just fine earlier. He even became more silent when we arrived home and was greeted by my sister Addie.  I couldn't help but think if he did not like my home. Does he not approve of my home? I've worked really hard to build a home for Addie and me.  The inheritance we received from our parents wasn't enough to last us a lifet

Ava Marquez- Petrakis If she placed her hand one more time on Inigo's arm, I will bury my knife on her long perfectly manicured hand, chop it off and offer it for dinner on her father's plate.  Who am I referring to?  Well, its no other than Ms. Danica Silverio aka the swelling botox faced woman who dared flirt with my man right in front of me, and the spoiled daughter of Iñigo's possible investor, Mr. Danilo Silverio.  Clutching the fork and knife on my hand, I gritted my teeth to keep the smile on my face even though I was itching to clutch and rip off her extensions. Iñigo briefly glanced way and knew the murderous take on my eyes. He coughed and slowly inched his body towards mine. H

Iñigo Petrakis I should have known my mother and my wife would plan all of these. No one would be able to successfully pull this off without the help of my mother. Considering mother likes Ava, I can tell the two women in my life worked together to fulfill their grand scheme. Truthfully, I'm impressed. I thought one month of our cold treatment would be the end of our marriage but Ava surprised me once again with her audacious plan. Kidnapping me and tying me to her was an act only Ava Petrakis can do.  Shaking my head, I schooled my features as we neared the palatial home I grew up in. Ava pressed her face on the window as she stared at the green fields of our hacienda. Vineyards, plants and horses grazed our land as we neared the quaint home in Hacienda de Avalo

Inigo Petrakis I woke up at the crack of dawn.  Slowly lifting myself from the bed, I placed a pillow on my side and tiptoed to the bathroom. It was 4 in the morning and I knew my men will be at the vineyard and the stables. It had been years since I worked in Hacienda de Avalon.  I miss the smell of the earth, the horses and the fresh Spanish air. I can distinctly remember the taste of sweet grapes picked and fermented to become one of our best-selling wines. I used to take care of the horses and ride them as any professional would do. Horses and I understood each other. I wonder if my old Arabian stallion still recognizes me.  Putting on some fresh working clothes, I slowly made my way out of the bathroom and walked to the sleeping figure of my wife, Ava. He

Ava Marquez-Petrakis "I will not wear that dress Iñigo!" I growled out loud fuming mad as Iñigo shoved me racks and racks of clothes. Steam must have been coming out of my nose as I vehemently glared at my grinning husband.  We were in one of Spain's luxury boutiques with me trying on different long evening gowns picked by my husband. I thought I will have a fun time shopping with husband. I was in a fairly good mood after his display of possessiveness that I began to skip and sing a happy tune as I prepared for our shopping trip.  But I should have known my husband was a devil in disguise despite his angelic façade. He was a sneaky bastard for turning me away from the boutiques I liked and chose to drag me to the most conservative stores I have ever seen.