All Chapters of Possessive billionaire : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Whenever Marco had any fears when he was little, he would go to his father. Whether it was some insect that scared him, a supposed monster under his bed, nocturnal creatures that visited him at night or the irrational fear that many children have of losing their parents for some reason. Sitting in the back of a rented limousine, he was a child again. He was afraid. In fact, he was terrified. He wished with all his might that he hadn't made such a big mistake. And again he needed his father to tell him that everything would be okay, that there was nothing to fear and that when he woke up the next morning, the fear of the night before would be nothing but a memory. When he entered his parents' mansion, he saw James Hardy and Eduardo sitting in the living room, each with a shot of whiskey in hand, looking very deep in conversation. What is James doing here at this hour? - March. — Eduardo smiled when he saw his son standing at the double doors of the living room of his house.

Patrick and Elena - What did you say? Elena had her eyes on the floor. Her mind flew back ten years ago, to the boy she loved so much, and who broke her heart by walking away from this world without saying goodbye. Of course, it hadn't been his fault, but that didn't stop her from feeling betrayed by life for taking away something she'd only known for a short time, but had loved as if it had been with her for centuries. “Your story…” Elena cleared her throat. “She kind of reminded me of a guy I knew. Patrick sighed with relief. For a minute, he thought her secret was out. It was terrifying but comforting at the same time. Maybe everything would go wrong if Elena knew who he really was, but maybe there was a chance everything would be okay. The unsettling feeling he felt made him dizzy. – Would you like to share? he asked almost in a whisper. Elena looked at him in surprise. Why was that man interested in anything about his past? It wasn't like it was a crime or anythin

- Relax. You have nothing. There's no way an asshole like Roman doesn't have heart problems and you do. Marco smiled to ease her tension, but Nicole just looked at him with a worried face. She grew up with it, knowing that sooner or later, someone in her family would suffer from the same illness that her great-grandmother did. Her father had the disease, but she was restrained, as she began her treatment at a very young age. Roman never had the symptoms, and even though she was young, Nicole was afraid that one or the other would end up having the same problem. However, it had been three months since her brother had taken the tests and the doctor told her that her heart couldn't be in better condition. Which left her in the spotlight. "Look, if you want, I'll go with you." - Not alright. Go do your thing, I'll be fine. - He is sure? - Have. The Doctor. Culkin referred me to a great cardiologist. He said I'll be in great hands. It was a little after three in the aftern

“Sorry to wake you, Loretta. Charlotte said as the housekeeper at her parents' house opened the door for her to enter. “I know it's late, or early, depending on your point of view, but I need to see my parents. The woman smiled. She'd overheard the argument Charlotte had had with her parents, where the girl had decreed that she would never set foot in this house again and that she didn't want to hear from them anymore. She'd been cut off for strong reasons, the housekeeper supposed, and if she was back now, something very serious must have happened. “Don't worry, Miss Charlotte. I'm here for it. Charlotte smiled back at the woman and walked inside. Loretta asked if she needed anything, and when she declined, the housekeeper returned to her quarters. It was strange to be there again, it had been some time since she'd severed ties with her parents, but Charlotte knew that one last stand was needed. If only to tell them to their faces what a disgusting kind of parent they were

Patrick and Elena Patrick entered St. Regis just before three in the afternoon. He had a social meeting with his friend Marco, he needed to tell someone, to him, the newly discovered things about Luis Fernando, Elena's father. He'd just had lunch with his investigator, and he'd left the restaurant totally shaken. Now he was waiting for his friend, but he couldn't get the man's words out of his head. — We found Concrete living comfortably in Cancun, Mr. Matarazzo. the investigator said, satisfied. - Motherfucker. Surely Luís Fernando must have paid him a handsome sum for his services. - Patrick said through gritted teeth in anger. "And then he opened his beak?" "We've managed to be quite... persuasive, sir." Patrick smiled. He knew the reputation of the team he'd hired to find the man who set his house on fire. Finding him would be the first step towards bringing Luís Fernando Pacheco to justice, soon after ruining him. - And then? Did he deliver the boss? - Yea. Bu