All Chapters of A Deal With The Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Anna Lere:I stare at the TV screen without blinking, curling my fist in anger. Did I just imagine all of that? I can’t, because I had just finished watching the interview of Devon Brookes and his new girlfriend, which surprise! Is Arya fucking Morris.My face is paling, I am trying my best to blink away the tears, how could this be? How does Arya and Devon know each other? For fuck’s sake, a pauper and a billionaire don’t just cross paths. This is bad, real bad for me, I have spent all my life trying to take everything away from Arya, including Kevin, but now. Arya has a billionaire boyfriend, she's freaking rich now. And, I am living with my douchebag husband, Kevin.The door of our two bedroom flat opens and an angry looking Kevin saunters in, we were just back from the party when he left, now he’s back, his tie is loose around his neck, and gosh, he reeks of alcohol.“Were you just out drinking?” I ask, my voice a hint of disgust, “What are you doing, Kevin? You have to control yo

Arya: “Leave him.” Alisha says, dropping a wad of cash on my mahogany desk, she had just barged in; wearing a designer Gucci dress over chunky boots, her hair is tied into a long ponytail. Thankfully, Wanda and Axel aren’t here, it’s lunch break so they are probably snickering together while having lunch downtown. Now, I have to deal with Alisha alone. I stare at the huge wad of dollar notes on the table, and pretend not to be interested. “My love for Devon is more than money.” I say, the lie rolling easily out of my mouth, I don’t even love Devon, but I guess that will have to do. At least, that's what they say in movies. Everyone loves Alisha Young, she has appeared in more TV series than I can even probably count, not to mention her husband, Jasper Young’s family owns one of the largest entertainment industries in Hollywood, she and her husband always appear for awards shows and have walked on the red carpet so many times. I was shocked that Devon had them as his friends, but t

Arya: There’s nothing worse than being stranded in a rain storm in the middle of the night with a phone that’s almost out of battery. My Uber was supposed to show up at least an hour ago, but the damn app keeps telling me it will arrive any time soon, but hey at least I have a bus shelter and ten dollars in my purse. The rain beats heavily, my white shirt is soaked with water, everywhere is foggy due to the rain so I can barely see, I check my phone again, it’s twelve in the midnight and I have no idea how to get home. Thank goodness I didn’t stay and drink, because I don’t want to be staggering all the way home. Nicole left earlier than expected, she didn’t like parties anyways, turns out Ethan invited all his friends and that dude has a lot of friends. I should call at least Emily or Emma, or even Nicholas but they are probably sprawled on the sofa, drunk and exhausted, so that’s it. I will end up here, gazing around, hoping a miracle just pops out from nowhere. There’s only on

Arya:I planned the whole day to spend with Vera, but then Devon arrived earlier than expected. He also said we were having dinner with his parents; the way he said it sounded strained. I wondered what’s going on, thankfully. Wanda was free tonight and she offered to look after Vera.So here we are, in front of Devon’s parents’ house. It’s a white coastal villa located in an estate, my hands are trembling. How do you meet your fake billionaire boyfriend’s parents, should I smile and wave or go for a simple hug instead? Devon told me to dress casual, and of course. I don’t know his version of casual, so I am wearing a Zara blouse tucked into pants. I am also holding a bottle of pinot noir because at least, let me make a good impression.Devon, for some unknown reasons, does not look interested to even be here, which I find very surprising because I will give everything to have dinner with my family together, as one.“Is there anything I need to know about your family?” I ask Devon, whi

Clara:I drum my hands in anticipation, staring through my glass walls. Countless of my employees pass by, but none is Axel. My heart is thrumming as I try to find a way to talk to him.He wouldn’t even spare you a glance, a voice says at the back of my head making sadness course through every part of my body, is this weird? Am I weird?The screen of my phone lights up with a text- my wallpaper is of Axel smiling brightly into the camera, holding his cat. I saw the photo on social media and stole the photo, of course, without anyone knowing.Seeing a text from Anna manages to make my mood brighten.Anna: I am coming over pretty soon!And then I feel the guilt swimming in my stomach again. Once upon a time, we were in high school, and Anna was that confident, sassy person. She just seemed cool then and I followed behind her, learning quietly. I did everything she asked because well, it just felt like I needed to.Axel was one of her victims, the guy that Anna teased every time; even the