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.

Villa. And when we bought the furniture, Beth

wheel, a blaring horn cut through his angry

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

Nicholas's hand. The

old self used to be enthralled by. I lacked the opportunity to fondle his fingers openly back then, but I didn't really care much about that today. Interlacing my fingers with his, I smiled

now. It doesn't matter where I live.

might not have been pleasant, but they were

his grip on me and fell silent. This was the first time in a long while that I

parking garage had an elevator that went directly to our unit. The penthouse housed an enormous fish tank, which was filled with delicate tropical

the two of us

wanted to share me around,

tank, I pressed my face against the glass and said, "I love these fish. I'll watch them for a while,