Chapter 92: Chapter 92

Chapter 92- Protecting her Reagan thought he would be able to see his siblings after the babies’ gender reveal so he had been waiting patiently.

When the parents popped the balloon and pink confetti fell out, he knew he was having baby sisters instead of brothers.

He got confused when he didn’t see them fall off the balloon too so he searched for them on the ground and asked his mother, “Where are the babies, Mommy?”

The adults laughed at those words, thinking Reagan was so adorable.

“Your sisters will come when they are ready. They are still growing in Mommy’s belly,” Aaron answered.

Reagan’s eyebrows hiked up and almost reached his hairline.

“So how did you know they are girls when you haven’t seen them?” He asked with a curious look on his face.

“Mommy’s doctor told us. When your sisters are ready to meet us, I’ll take Mommy to the hospital and the doctor will help to remove them from Mommy’s belly,” Aaron explained.

Suddenly, Tessa yelped, clutching her left side. Aaron carefully held her waist and asked, “Are you ok, love?”

Tessa who had just been kicked in the ribs by one of the babies took in a sharp breath. She nodded, replying, “Yes, I’m fine. One of the babies kicked me so hard. They must be feeling cramped up.”

Aaron got on his knee and kissed her big belly. He then placed his hand on her belly and rubbed it, saying, “Hi, babies. This is Daddy. Don’t hurt Mommy, ok?”

Willa rushed to her mother and rubbed her huge bump. She looked at her with watery eyes and asked, “Did the babies hurt you, Mommy?”

Tessa smiled and nodded, “No, they didn’t. But their kicking hurt.”

Willa rubbed her stomach like the way her father did and whispered to Tessa’s bump, saying, Babies, stop hurting our Mommy, ok?”

The adults laughed at this. Tessa and Aaron’s kids were so cute that they gave the other single adults baby fever.

While watching this beautiful scene, Tony thought to himself, ‘I want a baby.”

A few days later...

Celia Wentworth was seated in a cafe, waiting for someone. She had asked Tony to meet her during lunch hour because she had something to ask him.

A tall figure entered the cafe and smiled the moment he saw Celia seated next to the floor-to- ceiling glass walls. This man was none other than, Tony Hendrix. The man Celia was waiting for. Smiling, he approached her and took a seat opposite her.

“Hi, there. Why do you look as if you are lost in thought?” Tony asked, smirking.

Celia rolled her eyes and called for the waiter. She ignored Tony and ordered food for both of them.

Tony arched an eyebrow and remarked, “How did you know what I like to eat?”

“You’re my baby brother’s friend. Of course, I know what you like,” Celia responded nonchalantly.

However, Tony didn’t like the way he referred to her as her ‘baby’ brother’s friend. It sounded as if she was drawing a line between them. For some reason, he didn’t want them to be close just because of his connection to her brother.

He cleared his throat and raked his eyes over her body. She was in a royal blue-fitting pencil dress. It was short-sleeved and accentuated her bust perfectly. Her hair was pulled back into a neat low bun and she had light makeup on her face.

Looking into her eyes, he complimented, “You look ravishing.”

“Don’t I always do?” Celia replied with a cocky smirk.

Tony chuckled and shook his head, “Yes, you do. I was just appreciating you. So, tell me. What did you want to talk about?”

Celia took out her phone and unlocked it before giving it to Tony. She said, “Read those texts. Marco has been harassing me. He doesn’t believe that I left him. He thought I was only angry and came back home to vent. He didn’t expect me to be serious. Now he wants me back and he’s threatening to come for me.”

Tony’s jaws clenched and he narrowed his eyes as he read the texts from Celia’s Ex-husband.

Marco: [Mia Cara. I miss you. Come back home. Are you still upset with me? I just fucked a bitch... so what? You’re the one who’s special to me.]

Marco: [I don’t care that you can’t have kids. Other women can give me kids but you are my Queen. I only love you.]

Marco: [Did you cheat on me? Is that why you divorced me? Stop playing around. If you don’t come home, I’ll come for you.]

Silence befell them as Tony read the messages. For a moment, he was bereft of words. He couldn’t understand how Celia could have fallen for a man who was so disrespectful.

2/5 He glanced at her and asked, “Is this the man you married? Is he the man who you gave up the company for? He cheated on you and acts like it’s no big deal? Celia, this man didn’t deserve you at all. Why were you with such a prick?”

Celia gritted her teeth and replied through clenched teeth, “He wasn’t always like that. He was nice and he treated me well. In him, I found comfort. Perhaps I was young... when he took me from here and made me a housewife, I thought it was because he loved me and only wanted me to relax and enjoy life.

I didn’t know that he had another life out there that he didn’t want me to know about. He didn’t want me to know about his harem of women at his club or how one of his whores bore his child.

I realised too late that he was lying to me. He kept me in the dark in the guise of pampering me. I lost myself, my drive to be a successful businesswoman... I realised too late that he was taming me. At first, I heard rumours of him having a lot of women but I couldn’t believe it. I he treated me so well. Why would he cheat on me?

mean, Little did I know that ignoring that red flag led to me indirectly being ok with his cheating. He would return smelling of cheap female perfume and lipstick marks on his shirts. I don’t know if I was just naive or if I believed in our love so much, I believed him when he said the dancers were throwing themselves at him but he pushed them away.

The day he brought a three-year-old son and asked me to raise him, I picked up my bags and left. It confirmed that the rumours were true. Marco didn’t love me. I was just his trophy wife. I didn’t even think twice. I left because I knew my worth. He knew how deeply affected I was by not being able to have a child. But he fathered one and brought him home for me to raise... how cruel.”

Tony’s heart clenched as Celia narrated her story. He reached for her hand on the table and squeezed it comfortingly. “I’m so sorry. Is that why you’ve been selling off the businesses you have in Italy? Is it because you don’t want to don’t want to go back?”

Celia had contacted him before because she needed help with the legal processes of transferring ownership of the businesses she had in Italy.

She nodded and replied, “Yes. I don’t want to be linked to anything that reminds me of my former marriage. I want to get rid of all the memories that I thought were special. They don’t mean anything if I wasn’t the only woman in his heart.”

To Celia, it didn’t matter how much Marco Carreta treated her like a Queen. The fact that he had other women was a turn-off for her. No one likes to share.

The only reason she gave up everything to leave her home was because of true love. However, it is not true love if other women are involved. True love is between two people.

“I want to put a restraining order on him. He shouldn’t come close to me and I don’t want to see him anymore. Neither do I want half of his wealth,” Celia added.

Tony sighed and said, “Unfortunately, a restraining order wouldn’t work well since he’s a foreigner. We can use our connections and ban him from entry into the Country but he’s a Mafia don. They have their ways.

Besides, he hasn’t committed a crime against you so we can only order an injunction on him. The court will order him to stop harassing you but he’s an outlaw so we will have to arrange for your protection.”

“Please, don’t tell Aaron about this. I don’t want him to be involved with the Mafia. Those people are dangerous,” Celia requested, biting her lower lip worriedly.

“Don’t worry. I can protect you all by myself. I don’t need your brother’s help,” Tony flashed her a boyish smile and from nowhere, Celia felt butterflies in her stomach.

‘Gosh... he’s so handsome,’ she thought and blushed.

“Bastardo!”

Celia’s heart jumped to her throat when she suddenly heard a familiar voice. She glanced at Tony and told him, “Run! Marco is already here. I’m afraid of what he will do to you!”

Tony frowned. He glanced behind and saw a tall man with curly black hair and a rough beard walking towards him angrily. He understood what was going on. He glanced at Celia and shook his head, saying, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll protect you.”

“No! You don’t understand. He can’t do anything to me but he will kill you if he thinks there’s something going on between us.

Please, leave!” Celia pleaded but Tony stood his ground.

“I would rather die than leave a beauty who’s about to be harassed by her psycho Ex-husband, Tony responded, smirking.

The man who had approached them was indeed Marco Carreta, Celia’s Ex-husband. He had been following Celia and he saw her meet a man and they held hands! He finally understood why she suddenly asked for a divorce. She was cheating on him!

She broke their vows and ran away with another man! He knew that she was using his son as an excuse to be with her lover.

When he reached their table he flipped it and pointed a gun to Tony’s head. Through gritted teeth, he hissed, “Bastardo! How dare you try to steal my wife? How dare you touch what is mine?”

Celia’s stomach twisted. Her eyes widened and she cried, “Marco, what are you doing? He’s not my lover! I didn’t leave because I’m cheating, do you think I’m like you? I left because you broke our vows!”

Marco looked around the room and lifted his free hand. About a dozen bodyguards rushed into the cafe and took the terrified people who were there outside.

“I had said sorry. Are you that unforgiving? What did I do so wrong that you went as far as 4/5 divorcing me?” Marco asked.

His gun was still pointed at a very calm Tony while his eyes had narrowed down on Celia.

“You agreed and signed the divorce papers!” Celia snapped, her eyes bloodshot.

“That’s because I thought you weren’t serious! This is why I’ve come back for you! You are mine and you can only be mine!”

Marco hissed, cocking his pistol.

Celia’s heart galloped like a racing horse. She got down on her knees and begged, tears streaming down her face. “Marco, please. Don’t hurt him.”

Seeing Celia who was always proud and haughty pleading for another man caused jealousy to flare through Marco. His eyes flashed dangerously.

“You love him that much?” He questioned while withdrawing his hand that was holding the gun. Without turning, he ordered his bodyguards, “Beat him up and break his legs. Make sure he doesn’t have the strength to come near my woman again.”