All Chapters of Trillionaire After Divorce: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Juniper gasps for air when I pull her face away from the falling water.“You crazy bit- ugh!”I force her face once more into the water.“Ah…I guess you still need to cool down.”“Stsbbb..”Her begging comes off gurgled, and it's only when she stops struggling that I take her out of the water and push her backwards.She staggers and supports herself on the artistic wall.Her hair and make-up are ruined; she looks like a drowned rat, even though she is exhaling fumes of anger.“Go ahead, Juniper. I dare you to release the videos. Shit…what were the contents? Was it a lap dance that you manipulated into a reverse cowgirl? That’s fine. Are you really that stupid that you think I hung out with you because I was scared? I am a Lawson, I will destroy you if I even sniff that video online. In addition to being a Lawson, I’m now a D’Amico. Every single business deal keeping your husband earning millions and keeping you tolerating a sex-less marriage, because let's face it, he is getting laid

"By the way, can I get a reward for handling myself yesterday?"I ask playfully as I throw my legs on the dashboard and let the breeze flutter my hair.I don’t know why I am so comfortable with him driving after yesterday or why he insists on driving when there are hired drivers, but that’s no reason not to enjoy the ride.There are so many things I want to know about him, mainly about Blair, what he felt after killing Victoria, why this life of crime, and why he has such an easy time killing.“A reward?"He asks as he rests his head on his shoulder and drives with one hand."Yes.""I mean, technically, you were about to leave a loose end."He insists.“I don’t like…harsh methods.”I answer.“And anyway, I already took care of it, so… reward!”I insist.Taz wants forty-six hundred thousand; well, he told me, forty-six hundred thousand or to be his wingwoman, but I’m not hopeful about Christopher letting me go to an S&M club, especially since the dress code is lingerie. Hence, I need t

"Are you crazy?"Even as I scream the question, I can't really hear my voice.I can’t tell if I am loud or if my throat is hoarse because I’m from sleeping. Please let it be the latter.Dear God, don’t let me be loud only for this level of reaction from Christopher; he doesn’t even look at me.Juniper rushes to the groaning man who is curling himself on the ground; there is so much blood on the road.My widened gaze drops to my trembling hands as I examine my body.My summer orange dress is stained red.I can't, I can't do this.I can’t keep living like this! I can’t keep seeing blood…like this.Hot tears fill my eyes as the tremble in my body begins to grow more evident.I want to scream and as if sensing my thoughts, Juniper's scream fills the air."Oh my God, Benjamin, Ben, are you okay?"She asks as she cradles him, not caring that the blood smeared on her clothes."Do I look okay!"He yells and cradles his hand in his stomach.Even though his remark is sharp, it helps me relax, if

"You have lifted Henry in your arms. That sweet and innocent life. So no, Christopher. No. It hurts."She replied as if she was certain."It must hurt so badly that your body has accepted that pain as normal."‘Ugh...I can't stand people who just hurt others like that! There is a justice system in place for a reason. Gangs are just monsters.'Blair's words played in his ears.She had said them before she knew who he was, and even after she died, she never really knew the extent of the ‘monster’ that he was; that was why it was hard for him to believe that Blair truly loved him.'Can't you just kill them? They messed up my nails on purpose and talked shit about me.’Victoria's words followed.She was easier to please than anyone.But in his arms was someone he’d shown his worst, and yet still…His heart, which was silent, began to beat loudly.No…no, it can't.Christopher panicked.It was a betrayal to Blair that his heart was racing because of the brown-eyed, clumsy woman in his arms.

"Hey, hey...what are you doing?"A harsh hand grabs my own with such force when I try to turn the SUV's alarm off that I almost scream.For some reason, I expect Christopher, but instead, it's the brown-haired bodyguard."I need...I need to go."I stammer the words, but at least they are out of my mouth."Go where? you and the boss just arrived."He asks, his expression desperate.To some extent, I understand him. It is deep in the night, and I am standing outside Christopher’s car with his keys and no Christopher in sight, despite clear signs that I want to leave. It’s almost like I am running away."Hospi- I need to get to the hospital."He furrows his brows and sighs at my breathy response."Fine, let me confirm with-""I'll just drive myself.""Do you want me to die?"He asks."You won't die; he said he doesn't kill his family. ""Hah, yeah, he'll just post me somewhere where I'm most likely to die.""Then...when I'm caught, I won't say that you saw me leave."I urge, but to that,