Semua Bab BARREN BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE, MOTHER OF TRIPLETS. : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Eloise"You are joking right? About Luciano being your brother and all that. How the hell did you know him?"I watched as Luciano walked out on us. He was visibly pissed at the sight of Laura.."Eloise, I can't believe that everything happening around you and with you, I now get to hear it from the press. How much more are you keeping away from me? I won't even be surprised if you say your relationship with him Is all fake. We are not close anymore""You are right, he's my contracted husband but I'm really glad I have Luciano by my side. I'm sorry for distancing myself from you. Of all people, you should know that I'm going through a though one now ""Whatever. ""Auntie you are back?" Kiara said with so much excitement as she lapped her little self around Laura's legs."Oh my goodness. You remembered me? " Kiara nodded . " Well your mommy's only sister is here to take care of my little munchkins. "She crouched down to her height and whispered something to her ear. Kiara jumped up in

ELOISELuciano smacked his lips " this won’t cut it"‘Evading the question won’t win you any points with me either,’ I said, squaring up to him and equally set on confrontation. ‘You know very well that you didn’t tell me that you were married, and that’s inexcusable—’"I’m not married," Luciano cut in.,"‘You’re divorced?""’ Involuntarily I hesitated as she made that assumption. Some of my anger dissipated, while curiosity set in. "But you must still have been married when you came over to uhmm before we had a night stand " I furrowed my brows and asked. "No" he stopped. I waited for him to add some form of explanation, but that one bald word seemed to be all that was coming my way. ‘I don’t think I can believe you…’Luciano shrugged a broad shoulder."‘I have a right to know—" I raised a brow and said. "No, You don’t have a right to know anything about my marriage," Luciano blistered I suddenly went very pale.I thought maybe.. he loved me. Or was that pity? All this while

ELOISE I didn't want this moment to end. it was like my body always wanted him. however a phone rang across the room.. "Ignore it" Luciano said with a deep voice.. I wasn't ready to put in mind that a phone ever rang but after about the tenth ring and my orgasm has almost reached the climax,a knock sounded on the door. With a splintering Greek curse on his lips, Luciano vaulted off the sofa and raked his hand through his hair in a gesture of fierce frustration. "‘Whatever you do, don’t move—and don’t start thinking" He said in a commanding tone and I almost nodded, laying half naked like a cheap slut on the sofa without giving a fuck. For several seconds I lay there obediently, I was still drowned by the flood of excitement he had released inside me. And then the low murmur of voices from the door at the other end of the room, Hauling my clothing back into place with clumsy hands, I sat up and scrambled upright. I was shaking like a leaf inside and out. How could I ha

ELOISE. The housekeeper, a trim middle-aged woman, was waiting for me at the foot of the magnificent staircase. I felt as though she had gone ten rounds with a boxer and had staggered up after being knocked out cold. Luciano would not have hesitated to take me on the sofa, and I would never have recovered from letting myself down like that.. Glancing up as I climbed the stairs, I focussed on the huge oil painting of a woman on the wall above. It stirred a vague tense feeling of jealousy. "Who’s that?" I asked immediately my eyes clicker with her beautiful painted pairs of green eyes. "The late Mrs Greco, madam" A stunningly beautiful blonde hair woman, wearing a magnificent blue evening gown and looking everlastingly hot . Mrs Greco Late? As in…dead? Luciano was a widower? Having denied that he was either married or divorced, what else could he be? My face became tight and pale, "When did she die?" "Five years ago. Around middle of the year. She died in a terrible wa

ELOISE For the past two weeks after I found my way out of Luciano's vacation home, I noticed a car stalking me every single time ..It usually waits outside for me during work and once I was done for the day, he drives behind me. At first I thought it was just a coincidence …but coincidences don’t happen every single day for two damn weeks straight. My gut told me something was off, but I’d managed to convince myself it wasn’t worth panicking over. After all, what kind of stalker uses the same car and parks in plain sight? Either they were incompetent or trying to mess with my head. Tonight, though, I’d had enough. The car had been tailing me since I left the museum and as I turned onto a quieter street, it picked up speed. The soft hum of its engine grew louder until it was impossible to ignore. My heart thumped wildly in my chest, and I gripped the steering wheel tighter, pretending I wasn’t rattled.Just keep driving. Don’t stop. Don’t engage. I assured myself, regretting why I