All Chapters of Trillionaire After Divorce: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Mamaaa!"Marigold's piercing cry echoes loudly past the sound of the helicopter rudders; her fuss in Elizabeth's arms forces her to bend and place the twins on the ground.Once the doors open, I hurriedly kneel on the ground so that I can easily embrace them as they run clumsily to me.Marigold and Luca’s small and warm bodies crash against mine in almost an instant, and I inhale their sweet and soft scent.“Mama…”Marigold cries again; this time, her scream and wail seem to entice Luca until both of them begin crying.“What's wrong, baby? Mama is here.”I say over the noise from the helicopter. I can feel Matteo’s gaze on my hunched back, but my voice still softens. When they only wail instead of speak, I press kisses on both their heads. I normally would have kissed them until they fell into a fit of giggles, but this time, after a single kiss each, I recoil."Why are they hot? Elizabeth, they are too hot.""They had a fever."Elizabeth answers as the helicopter leaves, meaning we

"I didn't take any test. The psycho has had people following me around.""What… wait…”I scratch my head, uncertain if I want to hear the worst part of the news.The word ‘the psycho’ is too telling.After taking in a deep breath, I stand from her bed and walk to her.“Is the ‘worse’ news the father?”She nods.Okay, as long as it's not a gangster, it's fine. I have always known that she is a freak magnet, so I’ll set the bar at gangster. We can't both have terrible taste in men.“Who is the father?”I ask finally, but Elizabeth folds her mouth as if to swallow any sound coming from her lips."Elizabeth.""It was once, okay! And I never...""Who is the father, Elizabeth?"I press; her stalling is growing more and more frustrating."Christopher D'Amico."My stomach drops, and at the same time, I let go of her hands. They suddenly feel too heavy for me.Without much control over my body, I find myself staring at the massive window with a view of the garden. The clouds are gloomy like it

Matteo D’Amico"Olivia.""No, Matteo. I'm keeping it."“Cazzo!” (Fuck)The curse left Matteo’s lips smoothly. He was so frustrated that he took two steps back from her, but before his aggression could flourish, Olivia stepped in the water and lathered her skin with his body wash.With another strained curse, his hand slid beneath his stomach to his hardened cock.He was glad his pants were flimsy sweatpants; he wasn’t in the mood to fight with zippers and buttons.Pulling his length out of his pants, he stroked it with the moisture that had formed beads at the head of his shaft, increasing the pressure until a groan left his lips.His eyes lingered on her breasts as moisture trickled down her wet and foam-covered body and crashed to the black tiles; he watched her hands vanish between her thighs before her gaze turned to him.“Are…are you serious?”She asked as she faced him, the water from the shower washing the foam from her body.He didn’t answer, only moved faster because he imagi

Matteo raises my hips, settling them on his strong shoulders. The more I resist, the more he holds me in place, as if proclaiming that all I need to do is take it.My toes, unable to curl further, make my knees bend and hold his neck hostage to my pleasure.His back muscles, hard and glistening, occupy my eyes; I love the way his flesh bulges and relaxes when he moves. With each lick and thrust of his fingers inside me, I admire the slightly bronze skin with faint tan lines and cut and burn marks that must have been caused by his line of work.His grey eyes lift to watch my body writhe in pleasure.I can hear it now, the wet sounds of his tongue against my wet pussy, the unearthly squelching that only grows louder as his large fingers increase their pace to a savage degree. I seal my eyes shut forcefully as an electric spark trails through me without mercy or preparation."Ah…mmnn! Ah!"Normally, I would cover my mouth and hide my face, but my hands are cuffed, so the only thing I can

The sandwich Matteo made is delicious. Each time I take a bite, some cream smears on the corners of my lips, so I am forced to lap it up.“Olivia.”Matteo calls from across me; the doctor is finishing up with his wound after berating him for about an hour.I have never seen Matteo take advice from anyone. Is it because the doctor is Italian…is Matteo racist?“Yesh?”I answer with unchewed sandwich in my mouth; I could have waited until I swallowed it, but Matteo is staring at me in a way that tells me to hurry up.“You must enjoy waking up tied up in my bed.”The bread must have flown to the wrong side of my throat because a fit of coughs escapes me.“Ex-cuse me?”I ask, but he clicks his tongue as if irritated.“Keep eating like that, and I’ll bury my cock deep in your throat.”This crazy-!The doctor’s face turns red as if he were the one threatened before he stands abruptly and clears his throat.“Tutto fatto, signor D'Amico, per favore, le consiglio di evitare attività stressanti