Trouble in Paradise (Arianna and Nicholas) novel Chapter 320

To Nicholas, Coral Villa wasn't significant at all. It was just a house, and he could give it to whoever he wanted.

Fearing I might refuse, he fastened my seatbelt. He held my shoulders, trapping me in his embrace.

I met his gaze and said calmly, "Sure."

His gaze darkened. At the same time, his palms felt like they had grown barbs, digging into my flesh with increasing pressure.

I held his gaze unyieldingly. Though I had complied, he seemed angrier. After a long while, Nicholas finally released his grip, but the pain he left didn't fade right away.

"So now that you have a penthouse, you don't care about the old villa anymore?" he demanded, pummeling me hard with his frustrated voice.

It felt as if his words had physically stabbed me.

His breathing grew labored as he continued, "You saw the blueprints when we renovated Coral Villa. And when we bought the furniture, Beth even brought you the list to approve each item. You chose all the little decorations in the house."

As he slammed his fist on the steering wheel, a blaring horn cut through his angry voice. "And you just abandoned it like that."

I looked away and gazed out of the window. "Coral Villa was our marital home, but it was also your pre-marital property. You have the right to give it to Claudia. Whether I want it or not doesn't matter."

I reached out and grabbed Nicholas's hand. The moment I touched him, he froze.

His fingers were long and slender, which my old self used to be enthralled by. I lacked the opportunity to fondle his fingers openly back then, but I didn't really care much about that today.

Interlacing my fingers with his, I smiled at him.

While he seemed momentarily distracted, I began, "Besides, we're divorced now. It doesn't matter where I live. I know my place."