Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

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.

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

fist on the steering wheel, a blaring horn cut through his angry voice. "And you just abandoned

but it was also your pre-marital property. You have the right to give it to

and grabbed Nicholas's hand.

his fingers openly back then, but I didn't really care much

now. It doesn't matter where I live. I

might not have been pleasant, but they were the

to argue, but I started to pull my hand away once he frowned. He instinctively tightened his grip on me and fell silent. This was the first time in a long while that I

kept holding my hand throughout the drive. We ended up in a high-end neighborhood, and it looked much more upscale than my own small apartment. The underground parking garage had an elevator that went directly to our unit. The penthouse housed an enormous

the two of

to share me around,

pressed my face against the glass and said, "I love these fish.