Lahat ng Kabanata ng Life after divorce: The billionaire’s crazy proposal : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

This time, I wasn’t gentle or careful. It was heated and deliberate, meant to overwhelm her.I pressed her tighter against me as my lips moved over hers. She let out a quiet, involuntary whimper against me, her fingers tightening around my shirt as though she wasn’t sure whether to push me away or pull me closer.My teeth grazed her lower lip before I sucked it lightly, savoring the sharp intake of breath she gave in return. Taking advantage of her momentary hesitation, I deepened the kiss.And then, she shoved me away, eyes blazing with fury. “You…” She trailed off and shut her eyes. After a few moments, her lips stretched into a smile and her eyes fluttered open, a strange calm in them. Without a second glance at me, she walked towards Dustin.That was it?I wasn't expecting anything in particular, but her unsettling calm caught me off guard and made me more worried. “It's time!” Dustin's squeal snapped me out of my thoughts and I followed them on the pirate ship, clearing my head o

CURTISThe heavy bass of the music shook the floor, vibrating up my legs as I stepped into the dimly lit club. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and expensive cologne—an overwhelming mix that made my nose twitch in distaste. Multicolored lights flickered and pulsed in rhythm with the music, casting erratic shadows across the dance floor where bodies moved in sync.Clubbing wasn't exactly my idea for unwinding or celebrations. But Clint had insisted on this place, claiming it had the “right atmosphere” for us to celebrate the progress of the Penthouse Project our partnership brought to life.It had been a little over three months since he took on the project and so far, everything was going without a hitch. Investors had been secured, funds were pouring in, and expansion was well underway.A few unexpected complications had come up, but he considered them minor setbacks, the kind that seemed like natural bumps in the road. It seems the friendship he believes we had m

AMBER Sweat dripped down my brow, but I didn’t wipe it away. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to control my breathing, my eyes not leaving the man in front of me. He was a professional fighter, one of the most dangerous I'd fought so far and the third I was fighting that night. Despite the cuts and internal bruises I'd probably gotten, it was exciting, and worth it because he was losing. He wiped his split lip, eyes burning with frustration. “You’re not supposed to be this good.” I rolled my shoulders, tilting my head side to side until I heard the satisfying crack of my neck. “Yet here we are.” He really knew nothing. Though he was bigger and physically stronger than I was, I'd been in more battles and dangerous situations than he had. It wasn't too difficult to predict his moves, though that didn't stop me from getting hurt. I took a step backward, sucking in a sharp breath at the sharp sting that shot through my legs. My leg still hadn't healed from the previous fi

COLEI gently placed Marcella on the bed of the master bedroom in my private villa. It was clear she didn't want anyone to find out about her condition else she wouldn't have refused to go to the hospital. I placed my finger beneath her nose, my heart beating faster when I felt her slow, laboured breaths.I picked up my phone and dialled the number of my friend who was a doctor. “Where are you? How long will it take for you to get here?” I had called her on my way to my villa. Although I tried to be calm, my trembling voice betrayed my panic and worry.“In ten minutes. If you stop calling me every three seconds, I'll get there faster.” She hung up while I sat next to Marcella. “You should have said something.” I muttered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears, my hand lingering on her face.How could I have been so stupid? The signs were all there. Her discomfort, insistence to leave and occasionally trembling fingers. I noticed she looked a bit pale but I didn't take it as a

Cole backed away, his attempts weak and desperate. “You're crazy.” His voice trembled, barely audible as he spat out another mouthful of blood. His face was nothing like it was a few minutes back. It was now a satisfying shade of red, purple and black with swells at different locations. “Fuck!” He groaned when he turned to the side.I pulled out a handkerchief from my pocket, calmly wiping the blood on my fist. “Disgusting.” The veins in my neck popped when I saw I had gotten some blood on my shirt. I'd have to burn it. Washing it wouldn't get rid of the filth.“I'll ask you one last time. What did you do to her?” I crouched down in front of him, resisting the urge to pound his face in again, and with how he glared at me when he was the one who assaulted my wife, the difficulty only increased.He opened his mouth to speak, before hesitating. “You won't kill me… right?” A sadistic smile stretched across my face. “You no longer think I won't kill you,” I nodded slowly. “Seems the beati