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Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Sixty-Seven: Let's Get Engaged
Olivia B Lawson The man at the centre, the biggest and meanest-looking one, nods. “Is this really the best time to make an appearance?” My mother asks, crossing her hands, and the man nods. “There is a division; there are those who want to serve you as per the will and others who want to serve Sheila, his wife.” “And you want me to believe that you are on my side?” I ask, and he nods. “There are ways to test us.” Test? I'm barely walking on my own. Can I handle grown men who live for the hunt? Why would that bastard leave this to me? Why would he give me his wealth and pin a death flag on me...is this why he wanted me to marry Daniel? “Give me anything you can find on the D'Amico brothers and on the car that collided with mine on the twenty-eighth. If you get me something useful, we'll talk about the corps’ future, your expectations, and my expectations." If anything, my sentence is more of a bluff; I don’t have time to deal with a rift in the mercenary corps, especially whe
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Sixty-Eight: Heavy
“You are joking.”Daniel responds dryly as a worried expression covers his face.“Is that how you respond to my proposal? I’m hurt.”I say, placing my hand on my chest as if I were truly hurt by his words.“Olivia, this is crazy; first of all, I don’t want to die at the hands of a mafia bastard. I've watched Godfather, and I am squeamish; second of all-”“This is the only thing that will work; at least that will buy us time. I don’t want to walk down the aisle pregnant, so we’ll naturally have to push the wedding by two years because I would want my kids to be a part of it, and by that time, the president’s re-election would be just around the corner. With this plan, we can stay engaged for a while and have a way around him, especially if he is convinced you are the father.”I finish explaining my thoughts, but Daniel’s expression remains wild.“You don’t need to answer right away. I will give you until Blair’s funeral.”I add when he still remains silent.“You said ‘my kids’?”He ask
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Sixty-Nine: Mess
“Mat-”I choke out his name, but he moves my fingers over the gun, tracing every curve before leaving my finger on the trigger.Everything inside me feels cold; fear seems to cripple my sense of self as the only sound in my ears remains my thundering heart.“Stop Matt-”“He sat behind that wheel waiting for you, waiting for your car and accelerated so he could kill everyone in that car.”Matteo continues; the more I squirm, the more he whispers words I wish to unhear.Gradually, Matteo’s thoughts became mine and his anger became my own as Blair’s glassy eyes as she hung lifelessly above me like a ghost filled my vision.He wanted to kill...me and my unborn babies, but he instead killed…. Blair. My Blair.The bloody man crying on my feet did that.I know the man is saying ‘please’, but I can't hear him anymore.‘About Blair…I-I am so sorry, Bethany.’My mum’s words come to me as I remember the burning loss flooding me at the news of her passing. He never even gave her a chance to fight
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Seventy: You Own Me
“You don’t…feel better?” Matteo asks. “I do, but... I don’t feel ‘cured’. You know?” I say, finally slowing down to inhale the chilly air. “That’s a given. Something was taken from you; it will take some time to feel whole again.” I sigh at his answer. He has experience with grief, so I will trust him when he says time is the answer. “There might be hell to pay with Sheila’s death.” I say to Matteo, but he shrugs. “Her husband's men helped us get her.” The mercenary corps? Why? "Anyway, business talk aside, you can go to the funeral now." "What?" I ask as I wipe the wetness from my face and turn to Matteo, who, even though he had killed a man, looked the same. "They were planning something for the funeral." "Still? Didn't they feel anything at killing an innocent person?" His arms wrap around me from behind as I complain, and I inhale him. How can he smell good at such a time? His fingers stroke my hair soothingly. I don’t get it. Didn't they regret killing Blair? M
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Seventy-One: Sweeter
"I swear it was an accident; I didn't mean to break the perfume."Reading the mood, Victoria instantly softened her voice.Yet despite her sweet and purposefully pitiful tone, Matteo's face remained hard.Truthfully, she had expected him to come home, complain about the smell of her perfume, and then finally drop the topic and berate her for eating cereal instead of the meals he usually cooked for her.Why wasn't he doing that?Instantly, she pushed her cereal aside and stood to face him, ensuring his shirt that fell to give way to her cleavage was in view. To her dismay, Matteo turned his gaze away from her.At first, a dry laugh found her, but the more his gaze remained away from her, the more irritated she felt."What are we?"At her question, Matteo looked taken aback, so much so that he turned to face her once again."It's been nearly ten years since we met, ten years since we fell in love, and yes, your face might turn blue at the word ‘love’, but I'm here! And I still love you
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Seventy-Two: A Guest
"I what-?"I ask, slightly taken aback by the direct line of questioning. God, I love kids.You never have to wonder what they are thinking.Should kids their age worry about inheritance? Can they even start chequing accounts?"Oh, your mother must have said that to you. Did she say that you would be happy if that happened? That you would live together, and she'll never be too busy for you?"The twins freeze up. Hayley, the bolder one, places a protective hand over Dove.“I’m not trying to mock you; I was… married to someone like that."I say as I bend to their height; if my legs were fine, I would have crouched, but this is the best that I can do."I will not talk badly about your mother, but if you keep protecting each other, your inheritance will come back to you. For now, I'll hang on to it because it's not safe. There are some people who want it bad enough to do this..."I gesture to my arm and leg."To me. As soon as you turn twenty-one, we'll have an open discussion about this
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Seventy-Three: Goodbyes
Fuck. I can feel my teeth chatter against each other, I can taste bile in the back of my throat, and I can feel the pit of my stomach grow tighter, but despite the turmoil in my body, I steady my gaze and face Victoria. Should I burn down the hospital for leaking my information? No—I’m not Matteo; the guilt would kill me. So then, how do I handle this? "No." I answer in a low voice, biting my tongue so tears fill my eyes. "No? You are not a good liar, are you? I have yet to see anyone with enough guts to cheat on Mat-" A tear drops from my eyes, causing her to stiffen. The moment I am certain I have her attention, a rough cry tears from my lips as I cover my face. Now I understand why she wanted her guards to join us—she wanted witnesses. "Y-you can't tell him. I was just so...so angry!" I begin, sobbing after each word. She frowns but says nothing as if she cannot gauge the situation well yet. "When...when I saw you at the party, and we looked alike, I just...I couldn't t
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Seventy-Four: He Has To
“I have to say, it's really hard for me to do this. If I'm being honest, I didn’t think I could. So, will you take care of the company in my name?”I press when all he does is glare coldly at me.I hate that I want to retract my words, but I can't.A sneer on his lips rises despite how soft my words are."Are you fucking with me, Olivia?""No. Never. Me? I think our fucking days are over.”"Watch your tone."At his curt response, my lips clamp shut. He is right though; this isn’t the place for humour.One of his hands crumples the document.“I needed to get a lot of signatures from the board, so treat that with care.”I say, gesturing to the document.When he raises his hands to tear it on my face as if to spit on my efforts, I speak once more.“I did make a copy that I can make infinite copies from, so you tearing them apart won’t make much of a difference, but I will not deliver the document replacements next time, Matte-.”Before I can finish, he drops the hand holding the document
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