Sacrifices: Chapter 9 The Blonde Bombshell (fm:one-on-one, 6122 words) [9/10] show all parts | |||
Author: Fluffy_Kat | |||
Added: Jun 03 2017 | Views / Reads: 355 / 194 [55%] | Part vote: 10.00 (6 votes) | |
Franco finally found grounds to divorce his vindictive wife Olivia but will his lover Isabella be able to end her "lavender" marriage? In this chapter, Isabella's husband finds a dramatic way to free her. | |||
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Franco Vega left his attorney's office with a big smile on his face. The divorce papers were filed and his wife Olivia served. Freedom was imminent. He felt like a man released after spending almost a lifetime in prison. He wanted to celebrate but knew the one person he wanted to celebrate with was avoiding him.
He hailed a cab and went back to his apartment. Since moving out of the Upper West Side brownstone he had shared with his wife, he managed to get a small apartment in the San Remo building across from Central Park. It was only two-bedroom but it was huge in comparison to his small artist's loft, which he still retained for painting.
The apartment was almost tomb-like when he entered it. The housekeeper came in a few days a week, leaving him alone the majority of the time. She'd been there that morning and the place smelled clean like freshly laundered cotton. He went into the den and poured himself a celebratory drink. The scotch felt like liquid fire as it passed through his gullet to his empty stomach.
A fresh drink in hand, he walked over to his desk and sat down. The apartment came furnished and he thought the desk was unnecessary. He painted, he didn't scribble in ledgers. It just seemed foreign in his domain. His fingers picked up the phone and the index finger of his ...
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