Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire’s Atonement : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chapter Eleven—It’s not over yet “You’ve been reported for stalking and badgering Mr Santiago.” The head of the city’s police captain murmured in his office. Justin, with handcuffs placed in his wrists, not being treated like a normal criminal frowned deeply. It was embarrassing enough, his secretary quitting, now he also had to deal with whatever new shenanigans Gianna was up to. “Who reported this?” He asked. The captain smiled, clearly not wanting to tread on deadly waters knowing the person in front of him’s reputation, “That doesn’t need to be— “Gianna Santiago?” “Uhhh…” “Gianna Lawson??” “Uhhh sir— He rolled his eyes, “She’s my ex wife. This is just a ploy to ruin my reputation Mr Captain. I have pumped a lot into this department of yours, and I don’t appreciate being taken into custody in such a manner.” His reputation for sure precedes him, the sheriff thought as he sighed deeply, “You can’t go

Chapter Thirteen—The Billionaire’s Regret Mason Jenkins, a fellow business mogul and Justin’s only friend frowned deeply as he strode into the apartment ,which was open to his utmost surprise. The place was a mess, clothes lazing around with empty bottles sprawled all over the ground. This was a sudden change from the neat freak he once knew and grew up with. It’s been five years since he saw his one and only best friend, in those five years Justin had gotten married and divorced. The events leading up to it was such a blur, but Justin’s sudden message to meet up was too enticing to pass on. He made his way into the kitchen, only to find his friend in a downcast state, next to him was a bottle of vodka and a lime-rimmed glass beside him, his nose twitched at the stench of strong liquor. “Yeah I think that’s enough drinking for tonight.” He murmured, scooting next to Justin who let out a deep sigh. “How’d you get in?” “It doesn’t matter,” Maso

Chapter Fifteen—The Gentlemen’s club(2) Justin didn’t want to believe it. The same woman who had turned his life upside down, his timid and well poised ex wife, being in a club with another man probably a prince from somewhere, smiling from ear to ear. “What are you doing?!!” Gianna yelled, as he tried to pull her upwards. “Ei…leave the poor woman alone!” The Persian prince tried to step in. Justin shot him a death glare, “Watch it! This is private business.” “Private??” Gianna scoffed loudly, “I barely even know this man.” The prince, on high alert turned to Justin, “is this true??” Justin rolled his eyes, unwilling to cooperate with a man he barely even knew, one who clearly had ogling eyes for Gianna, “Mind your business.” He turned to his ex wife, “We need to talk.” “No.” “Gianna pl— “Fuck off Justin.” She cursed as she finally rose to her feet, storming off into the crowd. He cursed under his breath, tagging along right behind her until she got to the bar.

Chapter Seventeen—Manchego’s, The memories Manchego’s was definitely the same even after her return. It’s pristine white walls, the authentic Italian food and what they were best known for—the most amazing tiramisu in all of America. Gianna salivated just at the thought of ordering some as she drove to the restaurant. Whatever Justin had to say clearly had to be important, otherwise he wouldn’t dare send her a message. She remembered it all too vividly, the black dress she wore on their first night out. It was a few weeks after she’d just graduated from college, and gotten an internship in her father’s company. Justin had invited her to go out to dinner which she was ecstatic about. After all, she was fawning over the man for weeks. He was the hottest new bachelor in town and all the other girls wanted him, for some reason he was drawn to her shy and timid self. They had ordered a huge plate of lobster pasta which they both shared. Then they drank the most expe

Chapter Nineteen—A drastic change “You heard me right,” Julian rose to his feet, not backing down any moment, “I said the whore has you whipped. Have you gone soft Santiago?” “Keep her name out of your mouth.” Justin muttered, his eyes already suggesting danger. He was practical, punching Julian in the mouth in front of the board of directors wasn’t helping his case. He was on thin ice already, with the lost shares and investors. Julian chuckled softly, “Or what?” Turning to the baked, “It’s clear our CEO doesn’t know how to sift through his personal life and the company. I call for a review immediately.” “A review?” Justin scoffed, “I’m not in the mood for this.” He turned to leave again when Julian muttered, “Off to meet the whore I see.” That was it. The final straw, breaking Justin’s last resolve. It didn’t take a blight to see the hard punch that landed Julian on the table, breaking it’s glass casing. Justin flexed his fingers