Dear Ex-Wife, You Are MINE! novel Chapter 83

*Hello guys, this chapter would be in the third person's pov, unlike the other chapters. Hope you would like it...*

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AUTHOR’S POV

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Dominic is sitting on the couch in a fancy hotel room with a glass of wine. His one leg crossed over the other as he stared blankly at the woman before him.

She is wearing the exact red dress Victoria was wearing tonight. It’s a recreation of that designer dress.

He spent millions of dollars to replicate the dress that Victoria had worn earlier today, perhaps hoping to find solace for a mind consumed by an unrelenting fire for years—especially after what had transpired today.

His eyes moved gradually from the woman’s head to her toes, taking in every detail—the same dress, sandals, hairstyle, makeup, and that perfect red lipstick.

The woman is sexy, no doubt.

But... Why doesn’t she match his expectations? Objectively speaking, Victoria appears to be more beautiful.

“You can stop staring at me, you know? I know I am ravishing and...” She walked toward him and bent down a little, showing her breasts. “Desirable in every way.”

Dominic maintained his expressionless gaze as he locked eyes with her—the embodiment of a seductive temptress.

“I think I have told you not to bully Victoria.” His cold voice rolled out of his lips smoothly.

The woman’s lips curled into a suggestive smirk as she leaned closer toward his toned physique, her slender fingers caressing him seductively.

“What happened? Do you feel sorry for her now?”

As she spoke, her restless hand slowly traveled down over his arm and touched his hand erotically.

Dominic still did not change his expression, but he moved his hand and grabbed her by the hair, causing her pain.

He pulled her face close to him, “If you ever try to do anything to hurt her again, I will let you know how cruel I am, Camilla. This is the last time I am warning you.”

He pulled her away from him and almost threw her as if she did not weigh anything.

Camilla’s anger surged as she directed a piercing glare toward him.

“I can’t fathom what kind of spell that woman has cast on the two of you. You both seem utterly bewitched by her.! Why!?” Camilla shouted.

She came forward to him, pointing her finger at him. “It was you who did everything three years ago! Did you forget what you said to me? You said you would help me drug Aless so I could get him!”

“And then what happened?” She bends down to him. “You mistakenly exchanged the cards and let your love sleep with Alessandro, your brother whom you hate so much!”

“Is that the kind of love you practice, Dominic? Letting your girl sleep with others? And then you did the same three years later and even send me to jail!”

“Fuck! You are a psychopath!”

He threw her on the bed, and she landed on the soft surface. Her gaze lowered to the bulge in his trousers, visibly twitching against his pant.

She bit down her lips and smiled, looking at his side face. The resemblance between this man and Alessandro was uncanny from behind and from the side. It was difficult for her to believe it wasn’t him, and she grew aroused, biting her lip once more.

She stood and walked before him, caressing his hardness over his pant as he looked down at her.

“That’s because you and Aless look so much alike. If I can’t have him, why not find an alternative?” She gave him a seductive look.

Dominic watched the woman. He didn’t like her much, but she always accepted his demands in bed, especially when he wanted her as Victoria.

At least his desire gets fulfilled, right? So, when pleasure presents itself, why resist it? She plays pretty well.

However, he did not like the word ‘alternative.’ He did not want to be the alternative but the main person for Victoria.

Camilla inhaled his scent and then took a few steps back before seductively walking toward the bed, sitting on the edge, and looking up at him.

“I am open to your demands, even if it means marrying me. Just state your conditions, and I’ll comply.” She said, lying lazily on the bed.

“What do you think?” Her tone changed into a sweet and seductive one.

Dominic walked to the bed and leaned over her. “Play the same?” He chuckled as his fingers moved from her neck and traveled down to her thighs.

“I despise the word’ alternative.’ Don’t utter it in my presence again,” he growled, forcefully ripping apart her dress and pouncing on her like a ravenous beast, reliving the passionate nights of three years ago for the umpteenth time.