All Chapters of BARREN BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE, MOTHER OF TRIPLETS. : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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 way and Mr.

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

ELOISE"But I would have thought of another way, I'm sorry Eloise. Atleast I owe you the Truth"I walked toward the dinning room, determined to put as much distance between us as I could. "I need to go home now please" "I will give you time to think. That's the right thing"."This isn't going to change any shit! I'm married now and you should move on" “I know about the contract, Eloise.”My heart skipped a beat, and I slowly turned to face him. “What are you talking about?”He leaned against the wall with a kin smile . “The one-year marriage contract with Luciano. You don’t need to lie. I know everything.”A mix of shock and fury surged through me. “How do you even know about that?” I demanded, stepping toward him. “Have you been spying on me?”Damon shrugged, his calm demeanor annoying “Let’s just say I have my ways. And for what it’s worth, I think it’s pathetic.”“Excuse me?” I hissed, my hands clenching into fists. “You don’t get to judge me, Damon. Not after everything you’ve

LUCIANOI quickly untied the apron around my waist and headed to the sitting room. "How many I help you" I barely spoke out loud. My heart slammed against my ribcage. my grip tightening on the phone until my knuckles turned white. The kids were watching me with wide, innocent eyes, their earlier laughter replaced by curiosity and unease. "Her car is in a very bad shape" the man said from the other end “Is she okay?” I managed to ask, my voice low but tight. My free hand curled into a fist at my side, every nerve in my body bracing up. “There’s been an accident,” the officer said, his tone still too calm, too clinical. “She’s been taken to St. Mary’s Hospital.”For a moment, the words didn’t fully register. An accident? Eloise? It felt like my brain short-circuited, refusing to comprehend what I’d just heard. "Is she—" My voice broke, and I cleared my throat, forcing the words out. "Is she... alive?"“She’s stable,” Officer Harris said quickly, though the weight in his voice se

ELOISE.“Will Mom remember me?” an impertinent girl’s voice demanded, and I strained to open my eyes. The pain had reduced probably due to some kind of medication, but I couldn’t move my mouth still. My tongue felt thick and tasted awful, my eyelids were too heavy to open and I had no sense of my sorrounding. The only thing I knew knew was that I'd floated in and out of this state of semiconsciousness with my mind a jumbled blur. However, I wanted to see my daughter. I fought to lift a lid but couldn’t.“Of course your mother will remember you,” a woman said softly, her sharp, staccato footsteps snapping loudly as she approached the bed, the soft chink of jewelry accompanying the scent of that same elusive perfume. It was probably my mother in-law. her cologne was familiar. “Don’t worry.”“But she looks terrible.” The girl said again—my daughter. “I thought she’d be better by now.”“She is, but it just takes time, Giana. We’re all going to have to be patient. Do you want