Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Mafia's Rejected Wife: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

CALLAN whispered a few words. All of which seemed faint muffled noises in my ears. Maybe because my chest has been hammering loudly ever since we stood right beside each other talking. It felt different knowing that I was in the presence of the same man I had just known months ago, but the way I feel for him right now has already become different. Looking at Callan, he was beyond that reserved rude arrogant businessman in his suit. He would never become a stranger ever again. Because just by looking at him, my emotions could already define all the ways I managed to get to know him in person more than others would be willing to try. I knew that familiar gaze he gives when he thinking about something, when he is in awe or troubled. Most especially when he was sad. Just like this moment. I gathered the strength left in me and touched the growing stubble on the sides of his cheek surrounding his jaw. With that soft caress, I saw him heaved a soft breath as he closed his eyes. It felt li

TENSION FILLED the surrounding air and I almost choked in an attempt to answer Callan’s father. Everyone was looking at me, but my eyes were glued to the serious gaze of the suspicious eyes of a mafia boss. I gulped, screaming for help inside my head. But Callan stood up right in front of me and hid me with his chest. “Father… it was not Esmé’s fault.” “Then is it yours?” Callan’s father was so direct in asking his next question, that it was impossible to come up with an immediate answer, even Callan knew that. “Y-Yes…” “What did you do, son? Did you hit her?” Everybody got silent. I shrugged my head so fast it almost hurt. “No, sir.” Callan looked at me and caressed my hair. “I’ve got to do a lot of things for my wife to make up for what I did.” Don Thoron cleared his throat. “Remember we don’t hit innocent women. But we kill traitors.” There was a gray line in that statement. With that grin on his lips carved with lines from old age, I knew he meant what he said. Did that me

WITH CALLAN’s gentle touch on my body, I shivered. His hands traveled from my breasts to my neck and my cheeks. He cupped my cheek with his left hand, and the other held my hand and guided me onto the shower. Droplets of cold water traveled through my body. I turned my back towards the wall so I could gaze at him. Callan was naked right in front of me. When my gaze traveled from his eyes to his lips then down to his... hardness, I gulped. “That’s what you do to me, Esmé,” he groaned as if suppressing the pleasure, he was feeling just by looking at me. Before I could say something, his hand pressed onto the wall just beside my head. “What did you do that you seem to command my body without any effort?” I raised my chin and studied the lines on Callan’s shoulders carved by his muscled and toned body. He looked so fine, with his physique that towered over me. I felt powerful seeing the desire intensifying in Callan’s eyes. But he did not make any movements towards me. But he was brea

THE REST OF THE NIGHT went on with me and Callan lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in silence while I was tracing shapes onto his chest. He was smiling for a few minutes when I started tracing shapes on his chest. He muttered a soft, “Go sleep, it’s almost morning,” before he pressed a kiss onto my head and hugged me. Then he fell asleep. While I was left feeling the warmth of his body, the silence in the room filled my ears it felt not normal to feel this kind of peace after the chaos that I just went through. Callan... who would have thought that we would end up like this? I snuggled onto Callan's chest and exhaled a deep sigh. This was the time to appreciate the presence of somebody who truly cared after everything that’s happened. I honestly didn't expect Callan to say that he feels the same way toward me. I thought that was just too ambitious of me to even have the courage to think about that. Who would have thought that having that leap of faith and telling the truth

IT FELT LIKE I could hear the gunshot right on my ears. But in reality, everything around us was already filled with silence. Inside the massive, once solemn hall, surrounded by the gaze of everybody, I have witnessed another side of Callan he hadn't shown before. That was that at ought to be scared from. But I did not falter nor crumbled on my feet as I look at him. He hid the gun back on his waist and walked toward his father. Don Thoron said nothing by what his son just did. He seemed rather surprised that Callan would pull up that stunt in front of everyone's eyes. Callan's relatives looked at him with eyes wide open, horror displayed right across their expressions. Whoever placed that family picture with Callan's step-sister included was stupid. Even it was uncalled, I would have given a nod as to what Callan just did. It might be a threat to anybody who plans to make a move against them, but an eye-opening moment to those who wish to stand and defend their side, they just wan