All Chapters of Trillionaire After Divorce: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Matteo D’AmicoIf Olivia decides to get married to Daniel, should he wait for them to divorce? How long? Three years, fifteen? Twenty?He could set Daniel up with an affair. She would never forgive that, right?What if she did, in the name of love?What if her love for him is gone? She didn't say she hated him when he asked her to, but...Matteo sighed and sipped more of the whisky.Was loving someone ever this hard?Shouldn’t…shouldn’t it be easier?He screwed up, just like Vincent did but...didn't she mourn their break up for a while? At least Olivia had until he swept right in and fucked him right out of her system.Fuck.What if someone did that, ‘Jyackson’ or the other dumbass in her house at such an hour?Olivia had a knack for seducing men without meaning to; she was just that breathtaking and invigorating to be around.Why did he think he would always be at the centre of her world?Matteo sighed again before lifting his gaze to the screen. She was rubbing Daniel’s shoulder now

"Your nose looks great."I hate that my first words to Victoria feel like a mean girl movie taunt. I am not proud of what I did to her, but she has a way of coiling around your skin.Her expression darkens as her eyes meet mine squarely. My arms around Luca’s sleeping body tighten.Maybe I shouldn't poke a bear with nothing to lose.After a loud sigh, Matteo steps in front of me and a flurry of Italian words leaves Matteo's mouth, each making Victoria pale more and more until finally, tears stream from her eyes, and she also responds in Italian.Maybe I should learn Italian.It's uncomfortable watching them speak because both seem to be trying to convey their feelings to the other. While Matteo started off irritated, the moment Victoria started crying, his tone softened.It's like watching an exchange between exes; I almost feel like I'm intruding.Should we go, maybe wait somewhere else for them to finish?A black SUV approaches from the distance.The two cars look alike, but one of

"Look at that, Mari!”Elizabeth says as she points to the snowy mountains; Luca cranes his neck to see what is being shown.Anyone can tell that she is trying to distract the twins from the tension in the space. I'm thankful for her efforts, but my attention is on Matteo.The entire tour is breathtaking, and it's not snowing too heavily, so our ascension and movement through the mountains is smooth.Perhaps because my mind had been racing for a while, we reached the end of the ride relatively fast.Luckily, the station was different from where we had boarded; even so, because the older woman must have known where we alighted, I found myself praying that we would not meet again—luckily, we didn’t.After a quiet and awkward dinner at a rustic and private restaurant, which was characterised by much silence from Matteo, I finally decided to grab the bull by the horns and ask Elizabeth to take the kids back to the resort for a jacuzzi session that they were discussing vividly while I spoke

"What?"I ask, thinking- no, hoping that he meant to say something else."I'm saying, let's get rid of it.""Are you...are you serious, Matteo?"I ask as I pull away from him, but his arms pull me right back into him as if I were not allowed to put distance between us."I am. Olivia, I don't want you to die. I don’t want your life to be at risk because-""I won't- I won't die, okay? We can monitor this. That's what prenatal care is for, and plus, I had twins for my first birth; that’s traumatic for the body, okay? Maybe I needed extra care that I didn’t have time to focus on because of the things going on around me; I don’t know. But hopefully, this time, it's just one child and-""Olivia-"He interrupts while shaking his head as if he didn’t even want to consider what I was saying."Matteo.”I speak before him.“If I can't go through with the abortion because of my own internal motivations, you can't make me.”I say firmly, making sure he understands what I mean.“I stared at those p

"Ma-"The name of my daughter staggers on my lips when I see her in Victoria’s arms.I don’t trust her; I don’t trust her not to hurt my child, so when a chilling thickness slithers down my back, I am forced to give into my instincts and stop approaching them at the pace I was using.Instead, I take small steps like a hostage negotiator."What are you doing?"I ask Victoria."I'm thinking of going swimming. I have always wanted to swim in the sea, but every time I try to get the boys to come with me, there is always some sort of interruption, so I thought, why not ask the girls to join me? Don't you want to swim with me, Mari?"Victoria poses the question innocently to Marigold.I applied sunscreen on her, so for the life of me, I don’t understand why she looks so oily when what I used on her offers a matte finish.As if Marigold doesn’t understand the question, she looks between Victoria and me before burying her head where she feels safest on Victoria’s chest.“Are you angry at Mumm