All Chapters of Trillionaire After Divorce: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"Girls, girls, breathe,"I say casually as I straighten my back."My husband insists on security, so-"“You’re married?”Britney interrupts as her mouth falls open.“I am.”I say and wave my ring.Rose’s mouth turns downward as she takes my hand, but just as she moves it to observe the gem, my brown-haired bodyguard pulls my hand back, worsening her sneer.“Who did you marry?”Rose asks without missing a beat.“Christopher D’Amico.”“Isn’t…that your brother-in-law?”“Well, technically, but my sister isn’t married yet; the wedding is soon.”“Why would you marry your brother? Isn’t that incest?”Britney asks with a disgusted look on her face.“Britney, no, it's ‘brother-in-law’; they aren’t related.”“So, it's not incest?”Rose takes a second to sigh exasperatedly before turning back to me. "So, what you mean to say, Lizzy, is that you don’t have any say in your marriage?"Well, yes, technically, I have no say."It's more that I respect his decision to keep bodyguards around me; he mus

His expression is terrifying, like an angry dog that has finally been set loose.My leg instantly lifts to kick between his legs, but as if sensing what I intend to do, his hold on me loosens, and I instead stumble backwards. Before he can reach for me again, I turn to the kitchen door, the one I had just locked, but barely three steps in and his large hand circles my waist and lifts me from the ground.“Let….”My desperate cry is cut short as I kick my legs in the air to get him off me, but his hold on me doesn’t loosen until he walks me far from the door and back to the hallway.The heat of his body is tremendous despite the rain that should be shivering him; before I can make sense of his actions, he plants my body back on the ground, spins me to face him and slams my back hard on the wall.“Ack…”My breathing is rugged like his.I don’t know at what point this happened, but one sleeve of my flimsy night dress is cut and hanging low, so low that I can understand why his angry green

"Three days?"I ask with a frown to the man sitting upright and groggy while his cum drips down my legs.I am in his shirt. The only thing the butler prepared was Christopher’s clothes, so I took them as my own. I didn’t expect the black shirt on my body to emphasise the shade of his handprints on me.My breasts have purple blotches, my nipples ache and they have teeth marks; my sex is sensitive and dark pink, while my thighs have his handprints, not to mention the marks on my wrist."Are you...is it a medical condition?"I ask; when I try to cross my hands on my chest, I wince and drop them to my side.Shit…it feels like I have an electric current running through my body through my nipples.Unfortunately, all he does is yawn at my question as if asking, 'Do you have to be this noisy in the morning.'"Christopher!"I call when his expression persists."It happens sometimes."He answers.Sometimes? Why does now have to be one of those ‘sometimes’?"What the hell..."I bite my lip and s

"It makes you anxious? Maybe we switch to a non-hormonal one?"The doctor adds, but Christopher shakes his head."No, she doesn't want it. It's fine. I don't know how effective condoms are; we used them, and now we have a son. I'm hoping for a daughter this time, but we'll see.""Is that a threat?"I ask with a frown, and he smiles, but he doesn't answer me; he only turns to the doctor."I'll see you around, doc."**The empty box in my hand feels odd. I've taken the medicine and thought I should be feeling relieved; I only feel anxious.Is it because we are going back to that house?How do I deal with her? I don't want her around my son, but what are the odds of that, considering Christopher rearranged his study just to be able to watch her?How do I scare off a crazy woman?Burning her clothes will only lead to more ammunition against me with Christopher.How do I get her out of the house?"Your phone is ringing."Christopher says."What?"Startled, I jerk in the passenger seat and

"Don't whisper to my wife. It makes me feel left out."Christopher says from behind me."Oh...no, it's just girls' secrets; surely you wouldn't wa-""She is mine. I get jealous easily."Christopher cuts her off as he places a hand on my waist, tugging me to his side and further from her.No, but why is he like this? At least give me a chance to show you that I can handle myself."Oh, Mr D’Amico, I-I am a woman, I assure you-""Have you slept with women?”He asks rudely."What?"The question seems to ambush her because, with a frown, she turns to me.I shrug my shoulders, and her lips twitch in annoyance.“No, I-”She begins to answer, but Christopher speaks over her again.“I was asking my wife.”What?“Elizabeth?"He calls, realising that I am just as stunned as Juniper is."Have you slept with women?""I...um, once."But I don't like bullying women; I like it better when men cry.But before I can add this, Christopher's hand on my waist tightens, and he stares at her as if to say, ‘D