All Chapters of Trillionaire After Divorce: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Christopher ‘Kit’ D’Amico It was something he shouldn't say, something he shouldn't do. Blair would never have things inside her in a public place, Blair would never guide a stranger to grope her ass in public, Blair would never get a criminal record over something as stupid as drunken misconduct. She was not Blair. She was just a filthy whore. So then...why? Why did his once silent heart race madly at her crumpled on the floor, cheeks flushed, nipples exposed, eyes hazy? Why did he like looking down at her and pressing his foot against her vibrating pussy until she clung to him desperately? Why was he now watching her lower her pants at the back of his car, and despite her slow and shaky hands, why didn't he feel his sanity return to him? "Filthy." He muttered when he noticed the second vibrator. His hands itched to punish her for making him feel less special than any of the men she had shown the sight to. He wanted to insult her, degrade her...ruin her. At least that way,

" ‘Yes’, said the big hairy fox. He did not want to share his food but-" I stop reading the picture book when I notice Marigold and Luca’s small arms that should be tapping the pictures excitedly aren’t moving. They were sleepy, perhaps jetlagged. Ah, to be young and allowed to rest. I press my lips against each of their foreheads and expertly lift my body from the small bed they are sharing. It was cramped with me there. "Are you okay?" Daniel asks from the door and I press a finger to my lips before heading towards him and turning off the lights, leaving only the night lights on. Daniel closes the door behind me and guides me by my waist down the hall. We have grown used to the contact that sometimes came naturally. I don’t know why I feel my cheeks heat at times like this, perhaps because it feels as if we are a family. I sigh to dismiss the thought, but I would definitely miss him after he leaves. "Where are you guiding me?" "Our room." "I could have slept with the kids.

“You should get treated as well.”Daniel says as he touches the stitches on his head."I feel fine, though."I say as I hand him his jacket and some Jello from the cafeteria."Well, sure, but your cheek is starting to get some colour, and I don’t want to lose a few ‘fingernails’.”I want to roll my eyes and dismiss Matteo’s warning, but I'm not sure how to when I can't read him as well as I could before.“I’ll take some anti-inflammatories when we get home. Don’t worry too much.”"Oh, no, I am well beyond worrying. Livy, he is terrifying. I thought I would die when that bottle crashed in my head, but I couldn’t make a sound because it felt like he would throw me off the ledge for interrupting you two. God, he is just as terrifying as Mari!”A sudden laugh escapes me at the comparison."What?""Didn't I tell you there was one time she made me give her and Luca piggyback rides for three hours straight?""Why didn’t you say no? They have that wooden pony thing that my mum sent.""She sai

“Hmm, when?”Matteo asks the nurse.Realising that this might take a while, I click my tongue, grab the finger I gave, and walk past her. Only then does she speak to me."Excuse me, ma'am.""Shove it up your ass."I curse rudely to the nurse, and Matteo’s laugh echoes through the halls, causing the nurse to flush a bright red. "Excuse me; I need a doctor for room six-o-four. The patient is scheduled for surgery, and I have his missing finger."I utter the words to a doctor walking across the hall.“Oh? I can make sure it gets in the right hands.”The doctor says with her lips smiling brightly despite the bags underneath her eyes.With that exchange done, I feel myself relax a little.I don’t want to be in the same space as Matteo, so I turn to leave, but he grabs my arm before I can move past him.“Let go of my hand, Mr D’Amico.”I say candidly and turn my gaze to the nurse, who now looks uncomfortable.“Where are you going?”He asks, and there is no trace of the humour he had displa

We missed the presidential campaign, and since then, my phone has been blowing up. Mum's, too; we've lost business permits for six stores so far, and it's only been a few hours since the party started. Aside from that, a letter came to the house stating that our building in the city is blocking sunlight for an indigenous tree that needs to be preserved. They want us to demolish a building because of a tree. It can't be clearer that this is the president's handiwork, yet with all the turmoil, the only thing on my mind is... "Eliza, Daniel kissed me." I probably should have held on to the secret a little longer, but I couldn’t help it. "Already?" Elizabeth asks as she finishes her round of kisses on the kids and joins me in the hallway after shutting their door, shutting it as we head to my room. "What do you mean ‘already’?" "He's liked you since we were kids." “That was ages ago, and I-I don’t believe you. Anyway, he is dating Neil and…” “And Neil is a man?” “Well…yes.” “You