All Chapters of A Deal With The Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Arya: Liam thinks it’s a good idea to wait for Devon, Xander and Leto to get here before we officially start. Liam is on the couch, munching on the burger. I don’t think he has had any good food for hours and Wanda just informed me that he has been glued to his mother’s journals. Clara is sitting on the armchair, looking as nervous as fuck; Wanda has expressed her disapproval with her facial expressions, I get that Wanda and Clara aren’t on the friendship terms but I figured we should give her a break. In a sick way, I know what it is like to be in Anna’s grip, it’s something you can never quite come out of unless you have the confidence to. I approach Clara gently, sitting on the edge of the chair. “It’s terrifying, isn’t it?” I start and she stares at me in surprise. “Not having to obey Anna’s words.” “Oh. Right.” She places a hand on her lap and sighs, “I just despise it that she somehow finds a way to get to me. I should have listened to everyone who was telling me not to fall

Devon: Arya’s parents left this morning, they seem really eager to leave and stay at the same time. If you ask me, I’ll say families are weird but they are also the greatest blessing one could ever ask, well except if you don’t count my crazy step-mother. Arya’s family all embraced me and her mother whispered into my ear. “We all love you.” And, to be honest, it felt really good hearing that. Presently, Daphne and I are in the funeral home for multi-billionaire Julian Ford, the media are speculating arson but there is still further investigation going on. I haven’t seen Alisha at all, but I can imagine what she’s going through. I know what it’s like to lose someone you are close to. That grief, I went through it and I don’t want to go through it again which is why I am trying my absolute best not to endanger my family in any way. I have responsibilities now. None of this sits right with any of us; Arya was very surprised when she saw the news. Liam insisted it couldn’t be a coincid

Barbara:“What in the hell is this?” I ask my chief advisor as he hands me the envelope with the Brookes crest on it. He stares at me, like I am an idiot or something. “It’s an invitation from your son, Devon Brookes.”“Step-son.” I correct him harshly, why does everyone seem to make this damn mistake? I did not give birth to Devon; he’s my fucking step-son, for goodness’ sake. I snatch the invitation from his hand before pursuing him away from my office. Ever since I got the message from Anna, she wouldn’t ever seem to leave me alone. Anytime my phone rings, I get a hypertensive feeling it’s her. So now, I am acting like a deranged old woman. I don’t leave the mansion anymore, everywhere is equipped with more security equipment and I doubled the agents all around the mansion.I can’t afford taking any chances.When my chief advisor leaves, I pull out the invitation letter from the envelope. It’s an invitation to a ball that’s hosted by my son, step-son, I mean. It’s to announce his

Anna:Theo is fucking everything up.Fuck, fuck, fuck. There he is on the stage, holding the microphone like he owns the world; everyone even has the audacity to keep quiet and listen to what he has to say. This is why I trust myself and myself only, also this is what happens when you put your trust on assholes like Theo Duncan, I should have known he was going to do this, I didn’t even know he was this soft.Nevertheless, whatever he has to say, I don’t care. Everyone dies today, except me. So fuck him. A waiter passes by and I take a glass of champagne from his tray, he doesn’t seem the least bit happy about it but that’s on him, he’s going to be nothing but chunks and bones later today.Alisha and her perfect husband, Jasper are just arriving, they are smiling for the camera. Seriously? Why did they show up? To be honest, when I called Alisha, I wasn’t really expecting her to come considering the fact that she is still mourning her father, but I guess it is what it is.“Can I get e

Devon:Three weeks later,It’s very surprising how fast time flies, everything just whooshes in a blur. Today, I’m visiting Barbara in prison, her court date is tomorrow and justice will finally be decided for poisoning my father.The air in the visitation room smells like cigarettes and smoke. The officer, a kind man in his fifties, already instructs me to sit down and wait until Barbara is being led in, so now I have been waiting for ten minutes.The steel door opens and Barbara is escorted in by an officer, her wrists cuffed, dressed in an orange jumpsuit. The moment she sees me, there’s a ghostly faint smile on her lips, I don’t say a word until she makes herself comfortable in the seat and the officer leaves us alone.“You look like hell.” I say, in the weeks that Barbara has been here, there’s a crease in her face, maybe it’s because of the lighting or the fact that she hasn’t performed her hundred-step skincare routine for weeks now. Her normally glowing skin looks dull.She do