Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife novel Chapter 61

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Natalia Romani stood in the middle of their honeymoon suite with a deep frown carved on bee Sandess Borboad. Her gaze dafted to the empty bed, and her frown turned into a

UNIS SON AS she noticed her husband was gone.

“Dause you, Greyson Gabriel Bradford! Damn you! I wish you were dead already!” she bised under her breath while her fingers balled into fists at her sides.

It was the fish day of their honeymoon, and it was also the fifth day he escaped from their honeymoon suite without her notice.

She marched to the expansive built–in cabinet on the side of the room and hurled the door open. The other side of the cabinet, where Grey’s clothes hung, was now empty.

Ping with rage, she closed the door of the built–in cabinet with a loud bang before skittering to the bed to check if Grey’s suitcase was still underneath. What she found was

an empty SPRE

He left her and took his clothes with him!

She got to her feet and brushed her fiery red hair in exasperation. Unable to contain her rage, she marched across to the minibar and grabbed the first thing her fingers touched.

An expensive wine glass smashed against the flawless white wall before it shattered on the tiled floor with a loud crash. The broken pieces scattered across the floor like constellations

dispersed in the sky.

“Damn you, Greyson!” she screamed once more. “Why can’t you love me back?”

Not quite satisfied, she grabbed another wine glass and threw it at the wall. She took another, and another, and another until there were no more expensive wine glasses left on

the bar counter.

Uncontrollable tears fell down her smooth, flushed cheeks.

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She turned her fists into tight balls and pounded the top of the bar counter until her knuckles turned red. But no matter how hard she poured her frustrations onto the bar counter, it did nothing to diminish the frustration and rage that consumed her with force.

Lily De Silva was gone, and yet Greyson still loved that ugly bitch. He still chose that woman over a goddess like her. In fact, he made it clear to her that he would choose Lily over and over again, even if she were gone, and he would never give his heart to Natalia.

With the help of his stepmother, Elizabeth, Grey had been forced to marry her. Even his father had helped, but under one condition: that once he married her, the Greyson company, including La Paraiso Hotel, would rightfully be his from the day of their marriage.

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Grey would never receive a cent if he refused the offer, and everything would go to his stepbrother, Ash Clinton Bradford. Without a choice, he married her, but he made it loud and clear on the very first day of their marriage that he would make her life a living hell, just as she had done to him.

True, she had done everything to make Greyson marry her, but he was only hers in the marriage contract; his heart belonged to someone else.

“It’s all your fault, Lily!” Natalia screamed at the top of her lungs.

Feeling tired, she sat down on the bar stool. Grabbing a bottle of expensive wine, she

brought it to her lips.

Where did that bastard go? Natalia asked herself, wondering where her husband was.

Could it be that he was with another woman? The thought made her rage resurface. She

snapped and sent the bottle of expensive vintage wine crashing into the pristine white walls. The reddish liquid dripped down the walls and splashed the floor like a pool of blood.

Natalia grabbed her car keys and marched to the door, leaving the room in a mess behind her. She headed straight to the parking area, got in the car, and drove away from the hotel.

An hour later, she reached her home, a large modern mansion that screamed luxury. The

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tall gates parted open as her car sped inside before it skidded to a stop in front of the house.

“Where is he?” Natalia turned to her trusted maid, who she saw descending the grand

staircase.

“He’s in his room, Ms. Romani,” the maid replied, her head bowed to the floor.

Natalia walked past her and climbed up the stairs. She walked down a long hallway until she reached her destination.

It was late. He must be asleep at this hour, she thought as she turned the knob. Pushing the door open, she stepped inside the room and found the child leaning against the headboard and hugging his knees.

“Dylan?” Natalia called his name, instantly drawing his attention to her. His eyes widened at the sight of her, and he began to tremble under her gaze.

The little boy hastily sat up and pressed his body into the corner of the bed while he looked at her with fear in his eyes.

“Mommy is here,” Natalia gently whispered, but the boy just looked at her with a distant

expression.

“Not Mommy,” the child replied in his small voice. Despite the fear dancing in his eyes, he

looked straight at her.

Her face turned into an ugly mask of rage. Within seconds, she crossed the distance between them and grabbed the fragile little boy by both shoulders.

“I am your mother!” she screamed in his face, violently shaking his shoulders. “Your mother is gone! I killed her! She will never return again! From now on, I’ll punish you if you

refuse to call me Mother!”

The child didn’t reply. Tears fell down his cheeks as he cried, but no sound emerged from his lips.

Natalia’s anger finally subsided, and she let out a deep sigh. Slowly, she lifted the child’s

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