After marriage Wife of the billionaire playboy

Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go

Devlen Giovannucci

Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.

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Prologue

“ Yes, Daniel! Fuck me”

the loud shrill of pleasure rang out again. Fransisca rolled on her bed gritting her teeth to the point of breaking them.

“ Lord fuck me!” She groaned kicking a pillow away from her. Anger wasn't enough to justify how she was feeling, she was enraged. How could he? They had only gotten married a week ago and he was already bringing his sluts home to fuck them wildly knowing she was just in the opposite room. She wasn't bothered about his open cheating, she was just enraged that his actions were robbing her of her beauty sleep.

“ Yes! Daniel! Give it to me!” The female voice moaned out again, this time louder than before. Fransisca threw another pillow at the wall angrily. She has only managed to count sheep to sleep early only for them to keep her awake like this?

“ God help me, if that bitch screams again. I'm going to pull my hair out one by one” She muttered as she placed another pillow on her head but another moan just went through the soft material again. She sat up and yanked her sleeping mask off her face.

She stood up from the bed with a scowl on her face. She wore her fluffy slipper and tied her sleeping robe properly. Locking the door behind her she walked towards the master's bedroom with a grumpy expression.

*Bang

“ Oh yes Danny” The girl moaned again, Fransisca hissed loudly as she banged the door harder, venting out all her anger and frustration on the poor piece of an oak tree. She banged the door so hard she could hear the hinges shaking but her sleep-deprived self doesn't give a fuck about the door. The door can fucking break down for all she cares.

“ For the love of God! Can you just keep it down? Some of us want to sleep for crying out loud!” She shouted when she saw that nobody would answer her knocks. The lady continued moaning and she banged the door harder.

“ For Christ's sake. I will tear this down if you don't fucking tone it down. It's a dick you are taking not a whole fucking baby! Stop moaning like you want to fucking explode the whole world and LET! ME! FUCKING! SLEEP!!” She shouted almost sounding like a deranged witch but what is the difference between a sleep-deprived woman and a deranged witch? Well her deranged acts worked like a pro, the noises went down. Whether they had lost their arousal due to embarrassment or they decided to listen to her and keep it was none of her business but she was glad they were toning it down.

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