Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best color ereader TXT) 📖

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 Me: “Keep it , it's all yours.”

Her: “Excuse me? What a surprise.”

Her: “I was waiting for your message before.”

Me: “Well, I'm not interested in the slightest, look for it, take it away and may it never appear in my life again.”

Her: “What are you talking about?”

Me: From your husband. Take those paintings back. I don't need you trying to hurt me with paintings that owe millions in taxes in order to threaten me. I don't want him, he's crazy like you, surely.”

Her: “What? Those paintings were your ticket to freedom.”

Me: “What are you talking about? You wanted to put me in a fiscal disaster, I'm not stupid.”

Her: “When I found out that you were with him and I saw that you are an enterprising girl, intelligent but perhaps naive, I tried to help you by sending you those paintings. Sell ​​them and buy the part that Leonardo has taken from you.”

Me: “What?”

She: Leonardo Ferrari is sick. A real sicko with all the letters. All this time that I have tried to get closer to you, it was only with the intention of offering you my help because you surely need it. And now, with your message, I noticed it.

Me: “Did you want to warn me about him all this time?”

Her: “Yes, but you rejected me. Even the paintings. He sent me threats, but I'm not afraid of him anymore.”

Me: “It's not possible, Leonardo would never do that.”

Her: “If you're going to justify it, then you're not ready for this discussion. I just hope I haven't been too late, although these words from you give me the hint that maybe I'm still in time to warn you.”

Me: Wait a minute… So you wanted to warn me that Leonardo is a dangerous guy and the paintings were just to give me financial freedom. Is it so?”

Her: “The first thing that maniac locks up his women with is money, he's exposing himself as almighty and yes, you have something to answer him with, surely you won't feel at his mercy. You should never be.”

Me: “I have sent...back the paintings.”

Her: “What?”

Me: “Yes, he told me… Excuse me, he told me that you wanted to lure me into huge debts and that you are obsessed with him and that you were looking to harm me.”

Her: “And how come you sent them back to me if I haven't received them?”

Her: “Did you believe that?”

Me: “You were his wife from a marriage of convenience, right?”

Her: “Convenience for him because he held me, prisoner, for years when I was just a young girl. What the hell happened to those paintings?”

Me: “He… He was in charge of sending them back… I believed him…”

Her: “It has to be a fucking joke.”

Me: “You could have included a letter in the package.”

Her: “Would you have believed me?”

Me: “I do not know. Maybe not, but now it is possible.”

She: “He's a bastard.”

Me: “And why should I believe you now?”

Her: “I don't know what he did to you to get in touch with me right now, but Leonardo Ferrari is as attractive as he is magnetically dangerous. And the power he has carries his impunity.”

Me: “What can be done?”

Her: “You have to give him a taste of his own medicine. It will not be enough for you to run away, he will come after you.”

Me: “So you...what did you do?”

Her: “Tell me… Iggi, right?”

Me: “Yes.”

Her: “Are you sure you want to finally free yourself from Leonardo Ferrari's powers? So sensual and so crazy that it terrifies and fascinates in equal parts.”

Me: “It's just…”

Her: Without a doubt. I won't risk my head one more time for you, but I will as long as he understands that he can't arrest anyone as he pleases.”

Me: “Yes.”

Her: “Yes?”

Me: “Yes. Let's do it.”

Her: “That's how you talk, bitch.”

Me: “Let's do it. Leonardo Ferrari must be destroyed.”