<b>Chapter </b>50
MATTEO
“Twenty five million”
“Thirty million!”
“Thirty five million!”
“Fifty million!”
My nose re
Who the fuck is this bitch?
It has been five years.
It has been five fucking years!
Five <b>years </b>since I <b>lost </b>my wife and everyday I regret the poor decisions I made on that day five <b>years </b><b>ago</b>. After she was taken away by her friends, I thoroughly read through those documents until it dawned on me that I was mistaken. It was all a misunderstanding. I read through those documents and finally understood her plight, I understood her need to remain silent but I was toote. She was already gone and had to live with immense guilt.
I looked for her, I did. Tore the whole city apart in my quest to set my eyes upon my wife one more time but she just vanished into thin air as though she <b>never </b>existed.
And I became <b>a </b>shadow of myself, having to live with regrets for as long as five years.
The regret of killing my brother, friend and partner; Pablo.
The regret ofunching an attack on Marcelo unprepared even when Mirabe advised against it. I failed. He slipped from my grasp and fled and I was left with nothing but trails of dead bodies <b>to </b>clean up
Mirabe was right when she said that her father dedicated his whole life to perfecting his n but <b>as </b>hot headed as I was, I started a war that I was unprepared for. Understandably so<b>, </b>considering how angry I was. I had killed my best friend, lost my wife and lost the trust of my brothers all because of that bastard.
I became impatient and fucked <b>it </b><b>all </b>up
guess I wasn’t so wise after all
<b>Today</b>, I’m seated at a charity event, bidding millions on a property I n to make into one of my warehouses here in Spain. Except, there’s a woman seated in this same room who is as interested in the same property as I and is willing to bet whatever amount just to make sure <b>she</b>
gets her hands on it.
Over my dead body.
<b>But </b>there’s something about her. I’ve never looked at another woman since Mirabe until now. This alluring woman whose face i haven’t <b>been </b>able to see, this woman whose voice seems to be awfully familiar, this woman whose very familiar dark hair is in an updo, and those white <b>pearls </b><b>around </b>her perfect neck. I feel so drawn to her and I’m unable to wrap my <b>head </b>around the reason as to why an annoying stranger has this much effect on me.
Squinting my eyes at her, a very famr <b>art </b>work immediately catches my attention. The tattoo around her neck. A tattoo that matches the
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exact one I have. An illusion of <b>a </b>snake digging its fangs into her neck.
Mirabe was always fond of that tattoo. She loved the uniqueness of the art and she loved the story behind it even more. She always promised to get the exact replica on her whenever she had the courage to sit through the pain.
Now this stranger has the same one.
<b>Did </b><b>she </b>perhaps get it done at the same tattoo parlor where I had gotten mine done?
Even if that were the case, this tattoo holds significance for me and I sternly warned that no one else was allowed to get the exact replica except for my wife.
This woman…<b>there’s </b>something about her, something so enchanting, a pulling force drawing me to her amidst my struggles<b>. </b>Who’s she? Why’s her presence making me feel so heated up? Why <b>has </b><b>she </b>chosen to taunt me? Why wouldn’t she turn around <b>and </b>at least let me take a nce at her features?
And herpanions–a man and a woman–there’s something familiar about them. The man’s buff back is turned to me but his side profile…I’ve seen that face before but I just cannot ce it.
“Fifty million going once! Going twice-
“One hundred million!” I scream..
If she wants to <b>y</b>, then let’s y.
Her shoulders vibrate inughter as she ces a chip in front of the man seated by her side. “One hundred and fifty million!”
Alessio clears his throat. “Matteo, you don’t have to. We can <b>always </b><b>get </b>ano
“Two hundred million!”
The man seated by the mystery woman attempts whipping his head toward my direction but she’s quick to grip his arm, shaking her head at
him in disagreement.
Slowly, extremely slowly, she begins turning her head toward my direction with a smirk tugging at her lips.
Fuck!
Suddenly, everything feels empty. A lump gets caught up in my throat and I can only manage a
e a few gasps and continuous blinking.
Those pair of orbs. Those <b>eyes </b>that I <b>would </b>worship, they’re boring into mine. My wife is seated in here with me,peting with me in such a
vile manner like an enemy.
The ocean blue dead ice cold Iris speaks volume, it speaks hate, destruction, disgust and <b>pain</b>. Then there’s the emerald green Iris that speaks a more gentlenguage. It speaks understanding, faith, eptance and uncertainty.
loosen my tie, shifting ufortably in my seat as my eyes drop to her lips. Those lips that I could spend an entire day kissing and be sated, those lips that <b>would </b>scream my name out loud whilst I fucked her into oblivion, those lips that would enclose perfectly around my dick, those are the same lips shooting <b>such </b>evil smirk at me.
I gulp down harshly, choking on my own saliva.
“Three hundred million!” She yells, still smirking at me with her eyes narrowed maliciously
<b>But </b>I remain silent because I don’t have it in me to counter. She knows what she’s doing. She knew what <b>she </b>was doinging in here with
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her eyes on the same property I desire.
She has me in a trance.
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“Three hundred million going once! Twice!…! Soldi
She immediately gets off her seat with a victorious smile, her associates joining her immediately. And when I say her associates, I mean about twenty men seated in this room. How the fuck did my wife be this person?
How the fuck does she exude such dark aura?
I
What have I done to my sunshine?
My gaze shifts to the boys and they all have their mouths gaped open as they stare at the woman they thought they knew.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.
“This cannot be our Mirabe.” Maxwell murmurs and we all nod, my gaze shifting back to her.
The exposed parts of her body arepletely inked but in an exquisite manner. She reeks of wealth, power and blood.
A part of me dances in pride and another part reprimands me, reminding me that I have a hand in what my wife has be.
Too transfixed, I get off my seat, immediately following behind her men until we’re all out of the <b>ball </b>room. The bays follow behind me looking dazed. We mount on a corner as we watch Mirabe approach another man. The both of themmunicate for about a few minutes but the manner at which she speaks to him.
It’s soft, calm, sweet and gentle; almost the same way she used to speak to me. As if she heard my thoughts, she ces her palm on his chest, her head thrown back <b>as </b>she hoots withughter. My hands ball into fists by my sides whilst my teeth grind so painfully hard.
Alessio’s warning that I control myself being the only sound that my brain is able to register, seeing how I’ve be such a good listener since the incident.
<b>And </b>then, my heart shatters into pieces when the man leans down, capturing her lips with his, kissing my wife in front of me. How <b>dare </b>she disrespect me in this manner? I kept myself for her, I stayed celibate for five years and she’s moved on with another man when she’s still my
wife
ding on the spot with my rage filled eyes burning holes through their skins.
My nose re but I stay standing
The man leaves after a few minutes and she turns to her best friend, whispering something to him whilst wiping her mouth clean with her face contorted in displeasure.
Didn’t she want the kiss?
Did he just force a kiss on my wife?
I’ll gut him.
She and her associates begin heading towards the exit but as they reach where i and the boys are standing, Mirabe’s eyes immediately connect with mine with a genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
“Hello boys.” The boys nod curtly and she chuckles, returning their nod in understanding.
With a seductive sway to her hips, she slowly whips her head towards my before bringing her hand up to wave at me.
“See you soon. Husband.”
direction, holding eye contact with me for longer than a minute
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She just addressed me as her husband.
I’m stall
al her husband and she <b>has </b>just affirmed it.
Well <b>then</b>, see you soon. Wife.