All Chapters of Trillionaire After Divorce: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The older woman stared down at Matteo as the maids served his cappuccino. It could be poisoned from her glare, but then again, he was fucking her daughter...her very stressful daughter with a knack for danger, so who’s to say she would not be the first suspect in his murder. With that in mind, Matteo placed the hot teacup to his lips and tasted the drink; widening his eyes slightly; he was shocked at the rich flavour of the drink, which was nothing he expected outside his favourite café back in Italy. "If I ask you to leave my daughter alone, will you?" Veronica Lawson asked. "No." His answer was quick. Technically, the ‘Dawson’ deal was done so he had no need for her, especially when she was stubborn enough to refuse birth control, but...not yet. He wasn't done with her yet. "Her kidnappers are no doubt from Dawson's sons. If it wasn't for you-" Veronica Lawson began, but before she could pass on the blame to him, he finished her sentence. "She would have been raped instead b

Matteo D’AmicoThe former prime minister, as if noting his blatant stare, turned to face them."Ah, you must be Matteo D'Amico. I have heard so much about you; I was even considering inviting you for a round of golf now that I am in the country."Matteo stared at the older man for a few seconds before frowning."Is there a reason you speak to me from across the hall?""You are free to approach me."The former prime minister Montgomery Gordon answered Matteo, making him laugh for a few seconds."Is this a Power play?"He asked, and the other man laughed."No, of course not. You see, I am not allowed on that end of the hall, isn't that right, darling?"Darling?Matteo froze at the word before he felt Olivia’s body turn rigid.“Oli-”Matteo turned to call her, but blood had drained from her face, giving her a bluish hue."I-I’ll wait outside."Olivia said in a whisper before tugging her hand from him."Olivia."He called her name, but she didn't turn back or even show the intention to."

“What?” I ask with a frown; I don’t think I’ve heard Matteo correctly. "Golfing." Matteo repeats as he places rice and minced meat with sauce in front of me. Dinner had grown to be our norm, and I have it in my outside clothes or a hoodie because nowadays, he only teases me without letting me finish, and bulky clothing prevents too much stimulation. Between sexual frustration and my mother's news, my mind feels as if it is miles away. "Golfing? That’s not a hobby I imagined you doing, do you golf?” "Nope." He answers carelessly as he settles next to me; the second he places his napkin on his trousers, he pulls my chair to him and then pulls my food close. His hand travels up my pants. "Eat first, Matteo." I grumble as I turn to him, but his lips swallow any further protest, and just like that my worries fade. "Teo, please...ahh." I cry as I tear my lips from his, and my head falls on his shoulder. His hand grows insistent on the flesh between my legs, pressing where my cli

“Aren't you going to introduce yourself to them?"The former prime minister says as he looks directly at me.There wasn't a long pause; there was barely a pause; he just wanted my attention."I'll trust my partner to do it better.”The former prime minister frowns at my response; I am not falling for his goading. Matteo narrows his eyes as if placing two and two together before I feel his hand on my lower back."I'm Matteo D'Amico, and this is my woman, Olivia Lawson, the new head of Lawson &. I."The former prime minister's wife widens her eyes as if something stirred her. Her hands dig into the shoulders of her children, but they don't even flinch. Almost as if they were used to absorbing her emotions."I expected more from you."The former prime minister mutters under his breath with a cold sneer, but I hear him. The cold emotion flickers away from his face when he clears his throat."I expected you to introduce yourself...like I taught you, Bethany."My skin crawls at the sound o

“No.”I answer without much thought as to what that kind of money will do for me.“You have a family, two daughters; how can you not give them that after they lose their breadwinner.”“You are soft, you are pathetically soft; if I gave Veronica that chance, she would have leapt on it! She has a good sense of when to say yes.”My father spits.“Yes, she does; hence, she knew when to say ‘no’ to you.”“Didn’t I teach you enough?"He asks pointedly, with a disapproving frown on his face.When I don’t answer, his hands fly to his waist, and he looks up at the bright sky that seems to have dark clouds gathering.“When I was in the hospital, they said that the medicine would have worked had there not been traces of arsenic in my blood. Arsenic.”He repeats with a laugh.“That bitch has been poisoning me.”“Pity is not something I can feel for you; you know that, right?”I ask.He has shared too much with me for me to give a proper reaction. My father, the cause of my nightmares, is going to