All Chapters of Betraying The Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ENZO'S POVAfter Gypsy walks out of my gym, I sink onto the bench, stunned by how much I've divulged to her.The only people who know about what Gianna did are Lena, my PA, and Dante.Speaking of which, it's been more than a week since Dante and I last spoke after the fiasco he pulled. I was expecting time to change his mind so that he'll come and apologize.But so far, nothing. Not even a text.Normally, I would've waited for him to call, but today, I feel like I don't have a choice.I'm about to take a very important step with Gypsy, and I need my best friend by my side.Getting up, I grab my phone from the couch and dial his number. It dials for a while before he finally picks up.For several seconds, silence reigns, the both of us waiting for the other to speak.“Hello.” I finally force myself to say.“Hey,” Dante says back, his voice very cool. “What's up?”Well, at least he's not shutting me down.I tell Dante everything about that bastard coming back into Gypsy's life and threa

ENZO'S POVI stare at myself in the mirror, adjusting my tie. I study myself. The last time I had taken my time to dress like this, was four years ago, the day I got married to Gianna.I thought such a day would never come again. In fact, I'd promised myself to avoid it. But here I am today. In a few hours, Gypsy is going to be my wife. We're getting married.I know that this is not a real marriage. We're just getting married to help her maintain custody of her son. She'll probably want a divorce as soon as the custody is confirmed.Buy why am I feeling so excited about the wedding. Damn, Enzo."Uncle Enzo." A small voice calls and I turn. I'm met with the sight of Zeke wearing a tuxedo identical to mine. I must say he looks handsome."Yes?" I bend to his height. "Will there be cake?" He asks.I chuckle. "Yes Zeke. A big cake""Hmm" he bites his lips nervously just like his mother always does when she is nervous. I can tell he has more to say"Tell me Zeke. What do you want to say?"

The car was filled with an awkward silence as Enzo drove them back to the apartment. Back at the beach, everything had been so lively and exciting. But now as they were heading back, Gypsy couldn't help but wonder; what now?Mrs. Mehra had insisted on taking Zeke home with her in order to remove all 'inconveniences'. Gypsy hadn't even had the heart to tell her that it probably wasn't necessary because her marraige was one of convenience and that there probably wouldn't be a consumation.She glanced at Enzo, at how the light from the other cars illuminated his gorgeous face and how well his tuxedo fitted him, emphasizing his toned body.Fire pulled in her belly. Would he want them to make love tonight? To consumate their 'marriage'?He'd made it obvious more than once that he was attracted to her. She was attracted to him too. They'd nearly crossed the line a while back, so why did it feel like sleeping with him right after their 'marriage' would change everything and make everything

AUTHOR'S POV“It's going to be alright, princess.” Enzo said as he drove. He took one hand off the steering wheel to give Gypsy's hand a reassuring squeeze along with a small smile.Gypsy allowed herself to smile back even though she didn't feel the lightness of the spirit to do so. Because her heart was racing.Today was the custody trial. Today she was going to fight to keep her son. And she couldn't get rid of the gloomy thought that something was going to go wrong today.She nearly jumped out of her skin when Enzo suddenly stopped the car and she realized they were already at the court.“Mrs. Russo. Please remember everything we talked about.” Mr. Saenz, Enzo's lawyer who was representing her, told her from the front passenger seat where he was sitting.“They'll do everything they can to provoke you. They'll try to present you as a bad mother and a bad person. The way you'll react will tell the judge a lot so be careful.”Gypsy nodded, determined to do just that. She wasn't going

GYPSY'S POV"Am I going to lose my son?"Mr. Saenz sighed. "Things are very complicated, Mrs. Russo. We don't have any witness or evidence. I'd been hoping your son's father wouldn't have a strong enough case to actually get custody of your son. But your mother's testimony ruined everything and made Mr. McArthur's claims much more solid even though they may all be lies.""May be?" My mouth dropped open in disbelief. "You think they're telling the truth?""What I think doesn't matter, Mrs. Russo. It's what the judge thinks." Mr. Saenz said. "That's why we came up with a plan. It's our chance to build a case.""What plan?" "Princess," Enzo said, getting from behind me to kneel beside my chair. "You see the earrings you're wearing which I gave you this morning? The one on your left ear is a recorder. A video and voice recorder. We're hoping these wretchs will approach you after here and gloat. Try to make them talk as much as possible. All you have to do is touch the earring and everyth