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Billionaire's Second Chance After Betrayal

Fuck Me! Deeper! Harder! Victor! " Monica murmured with her seductive and calm voice. Julia could hear the soft moans of her best friend with her billionaire husband outside their bedroom. With her heart shattered by betrayal, she decided to hide her pregnancy and raise the kids on her own. After all, their marriage is contracted by mutual benefits. Three years later after their divorce, billionaire Victor met Julia again. "Father! Please don't hurt mama!" As Victor pressed Julia against the wall, three little kids yelled loudly and tried to stop him. "Three of them?" Questioned Victor angrily as he heard the word 'father' yelled from their lips. "Didn't you abort the child back then?" "Victor, these are my children! Don't you dare touch my children!" Julia screamed frantically as her heart drummed against her chest. "You are the one who betrayed me with Monica and forced me to hide your children! I don’t want you, or need you in our lives! Get lost! Disappear from our world!" "But Julia... I love you..." In her flaming eyes, Julia could see him as nothing but a traitor. Yet, hearing his soft words, and his pleading eyes, why did her heart beat crazily after these long years apart? Surely she couldn’t still be in love with the man who had discarded her so easily all those years ago? Will she give the billionaire CEO a second chance after the betrayal? How will the triplets treat their biological father after their divorce?

Abeille · 都市
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78 Chs

CHAPTER 57: Victor’s accident

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  Several moments later, finally sanity returned to her brain. She ran into the villa covered in mud and grass, crying her eyes out.

  Her eyes darted open and she was panting heavily, as her clothes drenched with sweat. The brightly lit villa seemed distant and vague and immediately chills were sent down her spine.

  Cold sweat poured down her face and her hands were shaking, she breathed heavily as the dreaded images of her nightmare reappeared.

  She turned back and forth, trying to push the images out of her mind, as her hands were clutching at her muddy dress.

  “Julia!” she heard a voice, but she seemed not to realize the caller. “Julia, are you back already? Where is Victor??”

  The voice could reawake her, she clawed her way to wakefulness, trembling and sweating as if after a great exertion.

  “Vict…” She found herself paralyzed and unable to move or speak.

  “What are you saying??”