All Chapters of I Want A Divorce, Mr. Billionaire!: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Overnight, my bribery towards the FBI agents go viral. I try to deny it by claiming it’s a fake video, created by AI. But, the FBI agents discredit my claims. Now, I'm handcuffed. And while being escorted to the FBI headquarters, cameras unforgivingly flicker on my face, microphones being disrespectfully shoved to my lips. “Since you bribed the authorities, are you admitting that your parents are guilty of the allegations against them?” one annoying reporter asks. With feign confidence, I respond, “The truth will prevail.” My mouth stings at the words. If the truth prevails, it’s the end of me and my parents. That’s why I have to think of a new way to turn the tide to our favor while I still have time. Fortunately, bribery is a bailable offense. Mom and dad send their lawyer to pay my bail and I’m set free. Unfortunately, me and them will be under surveillance for the entire duration of the investigation and the government has issued a freeze order to all of our assets until w

Is this mafia boss here to silent us now? The man eyes me from head to toe, before flickering his gaze back to mom and dad. “If you want my mercy and my trust, then I’ll take your daughter with me back home in Italy.” My chest clenches in fear when mom and dad only glance at each other without any attempt to reject him. The man stands up and extends his hand to me. “I’m Adriano Giordanno, the mafia boss of Le Distruzioni. I’m pleased to meet you, Miss Mei Zhou.” I glare at his hand, and refuse to take it. “What will you do to me if I come with you? Turn me into your slave?” He smirks. “Possibly. But, if you become a good girl and follow all of my rules, I may turn you into my wife, a powerful woman no one can match.” I smirk back with more mockery than his. “I’m pregnant with another man’s, Marius Thorne’s, baby. Don’t tell me you’re okay with that?” Recognition flickers in his eyes. “I’ve seen that guy on TV before, and his wife too. Men are men, unable to stay loyal even if

As I slowly regain my consciousness, I realize that I’m blindfolded, gagged, and tied up. I’m also on something soft and quite shaky - a car? No, cars’ seats don’t feel like this. So, where am I? My desperation to find Marius, and make sure he’s safe gives me strength to move. I roll, then thud! I hiss in pain when I hit something akin to a carpeted floor. Then I jerk in fear when a pair of hands touch me, while an unfamiliar voice of a woman echoing, “Are you, okay? You shouldn’t move too much. We’ll land at our destination soon.” Land?! We’re in a plane?! I wiggle as aggressively as I can, but the metals on my wrists and ankles are not loosening and only biting my skin. I scream. Though it’s muffled, whoever is with me pulls down the gag from my mouth. “Who are you? Where are you bringing me?” I ask. “I’m just a flight attendant hired by someone I don’t know. And we’re gonna land in Sicily, Italy soon,” the voice says. Confusion continues to engulf me. “But why?!” The wo

Francesca was the younger sister of Adriano who was killed by the Russian authorities during their gnag’s illegal drug operation in Russia five years ago - that’s according to the women in uniforms. They also show me her photo, but she doesn’t look anything like me. I pity Giulia, Adriano’s mother, for desperately insisting that I am Francesca. When Adriano enters my designated bedroom, the women in uniforms quickly jog out of the room. I wanna beg them to stay, afraid that Adriano may try to r.ape me again. But, I also fear that he may punish them because of me. I sink my shaking self onto the headboard again. “Don’t be scared,” he says. “I’m only here to talk.” The genuineness and the softness of his expression sends a wave of relief through me. “Mom starts eating properly again, and also stops crying and going berserk again,” he continues. “Name your price. Pretend as Francesca until she regains her sanity.” At first, I find his request ridiculous. But then I realize, I

“I’ll give you the best, unlimited s.ex of your life, if you can help me get out of this place.” The lie comes out of me so naturally.. Francesca chuckles. “You think I’m that desperate? S.ex isn’t the only thing that makes my world go ‘round.” “Sure,” I say, leaning onto the chair. “I heard that you can’t step foot in Europe, and that you have to fake your death too to save your gang’s a.ss.” Francesca’s face contorts in anger, but she has no words to deny what I’ve said. So I continue, “If you team up with me, I can use my influence and my father’s wealth to change your identity. I did that to my wife before and it worked incredibly for her.” Interest piques behind her eyes. “Now that I have to take a risk, s.ex is off the table. I want to be your equal instead,” I add. She laughs again. “Equal? Hell, no!” “Fine,” I say, standing up. “Then let your brother treat you as his own slave indefinitely.” Francesca flinches, but says no more. I walk out of her tent without looki