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Chapter Fifty-One: Cordially Invited
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Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-Two: Radar
"Hi!"Natasha's arms wrap around me as Vincent circles the outdoor lunch table with a lunch box in his hand. He always brings me lunch."I got lunch today."I say as I wave the sushi set I bought with the advance on my salary from my part-time job at the supermarket."Really?"He smiles as he places his aside."You only brought two?"Natasha asks as she reads the label on the package, and when she fails to understand it, she scoffs.“It looks expensive. How can you afford it when you can't afford tuition?”"Oh, I got it as a gift. We can share."I lie.Of course, it was a bad financial decision, but I wanted to do something special for Vincent, and the Japanese restaurant was my favourite way back when I could afford to eat there.He deserves to taste it, too."No, you brought two. One for Vincent and the other for you. It's clear you didn't think of me; otherwise, you would have asked your fairy godmother to give you another one."Natasha insists.Maybe I should give her my set becau
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-Three: The Favour
"Firstly, your signature means you will participate in the will's terms."The man who visited my mother dressed in a blue suit says. He pauses to sip his tea, which smells of jasmine before he continues."These are the-""I would like to withdraw."I say, interrupting him; perhaps I should have said my piece while he sipped his tea instead of waiting."You cannot withdraw.""Technically, yes, but I can refuse to participate. I was told the will's terms were if I marry Daniel, I get-""The will's terms have changed."He says, cutting me off. We are both being rude."What do you mean the terms of the will have changed? I signed with the information the late Montgomery Gordon gave me."I defend, but he only rummages his bag for a folder as if his answer lay there."I mean exactly that; the terms of the will have changed."The man hands me the third folder in his case."The late former prime minister Mr Montgomery Gordon instructed me to hand this to you in case of his death. You are the
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-Four: Gift
"I'd rather not dine with you, Matteo-" I say and grab my bag, ready to leave, but the sever pointedly blocks my body; when I move to the right, he follows, and when I move to the left, he also moves to the left without missing a beat. "Sit down, Olivia, before I have my men pin you to the chair." "God! What do you want, Matteo?" "It's more of what you want, Olivia. You are here on a date after my warning; you either don't care about his life, or you are far too selfish." "What?" “Look outside the window, cara.” I follow his words and watch as Stanley struggles to explain his predicament to a group of men who seem in charge of towing his car; as his back is turned, more seem to surround him without his knowledge. "Keep playing these games, and you might get the poor bastard killed." "Don't you dare?" I say as I push the waiter aside to move past him, but Matteo grabs my hand before the waiter can use his body to block me. "Let go of me." "Do you really think leaving me for
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-Five: Hmm
Blood? Is that why I've been so bizarre lately, the fatigue and the headaches? All because of my period? With a sigh, I flush the toilet and rummage my room for some leftover tampons from the last time. "Ugh...this is so not the time. I wanted to...punish him." Perhaps not the best reasons out there, but if I slept with another person, Matteo might be so disgusted with me that he would let me go. This would have been the perfect time because he is distracted by Victoria, God! He must have the devil on his side. I cancelled my trip to the office; even though my cramps were not as severe as last time, I still took painkillers just in case. Luckily enough, most of the pain seemed to fade before lunch. ** "I brought coffee and pastries. Not a full lunch, but hey, it's something." I say as I enter Stanley's office with the treats in hand. He swings from his chair with a bright smile and takes the treats in my hands, placing them on the space on his desk. "I'm so sorry about our d
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-Six: The Most Obvious Thing on Earth
"Did he…"I ask Duke, drawling intentionally so that I do not ask anything incriminating, but he doesn't even bat an eye or pretend to think about his answer."Did you help him? Were you the one who...?"Duke shakes his head from side to side; I can't help but believe him, or maybe I just want to believe that he is on my side.The police are here, along with some firemen and a crowd speculating on what happened. They have been here for hours, but I feel as if I have just now snapped out of my shock.What if…what if I miscarry from all this?“So, the cops are useless.”Stanley says as he joins Duke and me on the sidelines."Why? What did they say?"I ask. it's late in the afternoon now and while the drama of events seems at its peak, I can see some of the officers driving off."That my engine was overheated. Apparently, there was nothing on the CCTVs around. Can you believe that? My engine is fine, and cars don’t just spontaneously combust."He defends as he presses his hand to his mou
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-Seven: Keep It
“So, you will kill me?” I ask again, hoping he will change his words, but before he can answer, I change my question. “Matteo, do you love me?” The look on his face says it all. I have never seen a more visual ‘in your dreams’ in my life. “But you love me, don’t you?” He asks, turning the question back to me, causing me to recoil at his audacity visibly. “What?” "You love me.” He repeats. For the first time in ages, clarity washes over me. I’m back to being a doormat. Maybe it wasn’t Vincent’s fault for walking all over me. Maybe I just gave him that right, like I gave Matteo by telling him I loved him. Love doesn’t exist; why do I keep relearning that lesson? To keep him from noticing how my hands tremble at the shock washing over me, I fix my bra, button my blouse and pull up my pants before pushing him out of my way and stepping out of the car. “Olivia.” He calls, so I look up at him. “Yes.” “You love me, do-” The front door opens, and a man carrying two black sui
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-Eight: Wedding Present
"What do you mean I can't keep it? It's my body-""It's not about that."Blair says as she takes my hand and guides me to her bed.She mentioned before that the room is soundproof, but just in case, I ask her again."The men can't hear, can they?'"No, no. No one can eavesdrop, even if I yell. I had the room soundproofed for when I have company and want to practice my runway walk."I nod to her words, but before I can fully settle on the bed, she continues with what she meant to say earlier."You can't tell them, and keeping it a secret might cost you everything. Do you know that if they find you after you run from them, they might take the child from you? That’s torture. Just…consider letting this one go.”“No. I want- why do you think I will let him take my child from me?”"For the same reason that you stay with him even after he threatens your life and the lives of your loved ones; they are powerful."“And you think I am not?”I ask, and her panic visibly reduces; if anything, fati
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Fifty-Nine: Within Your Budget
Natasha M. Forrest"Why?"Natasha, who had been waiting for her cue to leave, suddenly threw a vase with peach flowers at the girl trembling in the corner."Why is she here?"Natasha screamed at the girl. It wasn't really a question that the girl could answer, but that didn't matter."I-I'm sorry, she said she had to give you a present! It looked like she would give you a lot of money, so I let her i-in!"The girl trembled as she said this, but nothing could reach Natasha.“Hey! Do I look broke? Do you think I need that skank’s money?”“I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”The girl said as she trembled, but Natasha’s’ frustrated cry filled the room. It was clear to the girl that Natasha didn’t care about her state, so she began to crawl away."You are sure it was Olivia and Blair?"When Natasha asked this in a calmer voice, the girl relaxed and stopped crawling away."Y-yes… I-I’ve seen them o-n t-t-tv before—wait, no, please don't hit me!"The girl screamed, but Natasha's leg had already fall
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