All Chapters of Engaged To The Billionaire After Betrayal: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Valentina's POVFred is blackmailing me to have lunch with him because I bumped into his car. I've spent two hours with him already and it's noon.Determined to piss me off, he asked that I take his car to a mechanic. Fortunately, I found some notes in Rocco's car and after getting the car fixed, he demanded to have lunch with me.I know I am not supposed to agree to have lunch with my ex-boyfriend. I am supposed to hate him and spite him so much for trying to hurt Rocco but Fred has become so unfamiliar to me and I guess my curiosity made me give in."You still look beautiful", he comments, making me take the straw away from my mouth as I stare at him.I didn't have breakfast this morning before going out. By the time we were done fixing his car, my stomach was already rumbling and that was why he suggested we grab lunch nearby.With a proud smirk, I remark. "Just like Brenda."He turns his face away and curses under his breath. "Brenda is nowhere close to your beauty, Val and you kn

Valentina's POVKissing two men in a day is something I never saw coming. This is another thing that reminds me of my friendship with Brenda who used to call me a judgmental bitch jokingly.Now that I think of it, I'm sure she meant it.I always nag her for going out with more than one man in a day and she tells me it's nothing.All my life, I have always wanted Fred to be my only man. Even after he left, I didn't see the need to want to kiss some other man. I was irritated by the thought of it and now, I did not just kiss Rocco but also Fred in just a day.When Fred kissed me, I was mad. Mad at myself for allowing him to do that. And mad at him for thinking he can get me jelly in the legs by kissing me.But when Rocco kissed me, I wasn't mad. Disappointment is the word for what I feel. Almost two months ago, Rocco and I could barely stand each other. We signed a contract and he made some rules to ensure that we do not cross the

Valentina's POVWith my hands tightly wrapped around him firmly and my head on his back, I let the sound of the motorcycle engine drown my thoughts, concerns, and worries.I am also ignoring the suspicion I am having about Rocco lying to me about the kiss. I don't want to think about anything now. I just want to enjoy the evening air brushing past my face and hair.If I wasn't in a sad mood, I would have loved to shout into the air with one of my hands flying around and the other holding onto Rocco as he drives.I don't know where he is driving me to but I don't care. I just want to be far away from that cold room and let my worries go.My father is still in the hospital. I wanted to spend the night with him but my mom insisted on having me gone. From her persistence, I can see how much she wants me and Rocco to work unlike what I told Rocco a few minutes ago.Even with that, I still believe that the person who needs this sort of assurance i

Rocco's POVCelina has been blowing my phone up with calls for days. She never had a reason to call me all this while but seeing me again after so many years with a woman I call wife must be so bothersome for her.Valentina does not need to know who she is. Her topic annoys the shit out of me. I wonder how she got my number. She never called me once and then all of a sudden, she starts to call.When she first called and I heard her voice even before she introduced herself, I quickly hung up and I haven't been picking ever since then.This morning when she called, I blocked her from reaching me. She is too annoying and I blame her for Valentina's recent coldness.I have no one to blame. I don't want to believe that my offer is what is making her so cold. So Celina is at fault. It's been days already since I took her to the garden and she has been ignoring me on purpose. She has been spending the ni

Rocco's POV The rage that fills me up even after apologizing to her is unexplainable. I can't explain the tightness in my chest and the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I can't even control my anger anymore as I grit my teeth while sitting down in front of the bar counter downstairs and drinking the combination of wine and whiskey in my glass cup. I wish this never happened. I wish I never told her how I felt, then maybe this wouldn't be happening. She is still in love with him. He is her boyfriend. Or rather he was her boyfriend before I came along. Perhaps, if she didn't get to know about the betrothal, she would have accepted his apology and accepted him back. I guess it's not so easy to get rid of her first love. I guess she misses how he used to kiss her. "Shit!" I voice out, slamming my fist on the counter and groaning in pain. I neve