Semua Bab BARREN BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE, MOTHER OF TRIPLETS. : Bab 81 - Bab 90

LUCIANO..I looked around and noticed the rose petals that were on the dinning. I couldn't help but smirk. Eloise must have had a long day regretting but her ego didn't let her to leave me a text. "Is today a special day?" Valerie asked once she noticed were my gaze was at. "No!" Eloise replied immediately. Her face showed all kinds of disappointed expressions. "Come on! What special day? It's not valentine and ... Is it your birthday Luciano or the triplets?""That didn't answer the question I asked earlier. Why the hell are you in my house?"Valerie clicked his tongue. " Here I am worried about you" she directed to no one in particular " Worried about whom? Him or...me?" Eloise muttered.."Him ofcourse. Why should I worry about you?" Valerie replied fiercely ..I gave her a stern warning look. She dare not talk to my wife like that. "Your parents would be worried. Go home Valerie.""Luciano, didn't you hear what I just said? I'm going to crash at your place for a few days ".

ELOISETwo days later I got up from the wrong side of bed again today. All I wanted was to grab a stranger by his collar and get a fight with him. And I obviously know whom to drag every single hair out of his hair to feel better. Josh. My so called cousin. He's been invisible for the past few months after I've reported him of house burglary. He had disappeared from the very face of the earth ever since , even Alex couldn't find him. My phone vibrated on the nightstand, the sound slicing through my tangled thoughts. I grabbed it, barely awake, and blinked at the screen. It was Dr. Vera that texted me 'Eloise, I’ve been thinking about our last session since it helped greatly, I want to try something better today, a more traditional method. This time, you’ll choose which part of your memory to recall. I believe it could speed up the process. Can you come in this morning?* A slow exhale left my lips. Choosing which part of my memory to unlock? The idea sent a chill down my spi

ELOISE"Eloise . Are you sure you want to do this? We have not pinned your accident's culprit on anyone. We should be careful since something worst could happen. I will handle everything my own way" Luciano pleaded "No I will do it. And I will be fine. Obviously these people would try to cover everything up if I give the flash to the FBI or press. Thankfully I have this journalist friend of mine that wouldn't stand the injustice " I said to assure Luciano that I would be fine. I didn't exactly know if truly this man wouldn't come after me. Infact I'm sure he would but then everyone will get a glimpse of his true nature and after all I have my husband and Alex by my side. We settled in the living room, the low hum of the television was the least of my concern as I picked slowly on the bowl filled with popcorn. Luciano was warm beside me, the scent of his cologne grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected. His arm rested along the back of the couch, close enough that if I leaned just

ELOISE" Why wouldn't I meet him? What I'm being paid is barely enough to cover the hospital bills of my mother and take care of my family. Besides, the task is very simple. I just need to say that your father seemed little different whenever we get artworks delivered. It's nothing tough"Eloise clenched her fist, as her employee made the confession. "This is ridiculous, Josh went bald, and even removed his body hair before making his comeback and the best he could do was to accuse my father of being a drug addict?""He also offered to send my son abroad and make me a curator at the USA national museum "Eloise scoffed. " Josh said that to you?" "Yes""And you believed him?""Not necessarily"Grabbing my bag, I headed for the car park where I claimed behind the wheel of my gleaming black BMW and headed to the police station.Eloise’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as she sped toward the police station, her mind racing with fury. The nerve of Josh bribing her employees , pla

LUCIANOThe sheets were still warm when she left the bed, her scent clinging to them tightly. I kept my eyes shut and listened.The creak of the bathroom door. The soft rush of water. The drawers opening. Closing.Then silence.I heard her padding toward the stairs, Lightly on her feet, like she didn’t want to wake me. Or maybe she just didn’t want to face me.That stung more than I’d admit.When the front door clicked open, which no doubt was her yoga instructor, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My hand moved to the side of the bed she’d vacated, and I grazed the pillow where her head had rested. Still warm.I pushed the covers off and sat up. My bare feet hit the cold marble, grounding me. I rubbed a hand over my face. I hadn’t slept well, not since I handed the evidence to the police and watched Josh's face flash on national news, wanted for possession, manipulation, attempted murder. And defamation. Atleast I had kept my part of our contract deal which was to