All Chapters of A Game With The Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Six years later,“I am sorry, Miss. Roberts, but we’re going to have a pass on this one.” Mr. Hilton, one of the major investors in the gaming industry, just straight on rejected my proposal for a new game. The meeting room suddenly feels chilly and my mouth is hung open, due to the fact that I worked hard just to secure a meeting with Mr. Hilton only to be rejected on the spot. I look at Kathy, my assistant standing beside me and she has the same look of shock on her face.I turn towards the slide that just projected the demo of the game I am about to launch in a few months. “But Mr. Hilton, was it the game? Did you not like it?”He adjusts his cufflinks a bit, at fifty-five; he led gaming companies to their success by investing in them. “Miss. Roberts, your game is impressive, but your competition is quite fierce and investors like me aren’t just looking for impressive games that will lead to global success, we want stability. A family-oriented future.” Seeing the glittering weddin

Emma:My friends and I are gathered in the three-Michelin star restaurant that I co-own with my twin brother, Ethan. It’s a generational restaurant that started with my great-great-great grandmother and now it’s passed down to Ethan and I because my elder brother, Andrew, has no intention of running the restaurant. To make it fair, my grandmother, Old Mistress Roberts, has decided to pass down the restaurant to whoever of us gets married first. Judging with Ethan’s playboy tendencies and the fact that I have completely sworn off love in my life, the restaurant might end up going to our younger sister, Sadie.“Wait, start from the beginning.” Arya says, munching on a muffin. My other girlfriend, Emily, tips closer while Nicole has the calmest of expressions on our face. She is the no-nonsense lady in our group, to be honest, she scares us all.I tell them everything from the beginning, how Clara’s father won’t invest in my upcoming game unless I am settled down with someone and how I b

Emma:I have been expecting a call from the Hart family, so when Old Master Hart, Jeremy’s grandfather called this morning that we should have breakfast together, I wasn’t surprised.I pull up in front of the Hart’s family mansion, it’s exactly as I remember. Tall wrought-iron gates opens into a long, curving driveway lined with a marble statue, I breathe in. I am going to need it. Getting out of the car, I walk into the mansion. I straighten my shoulders, not being intimidated by everything.From a little age, I have learnt that if you want to survive, you have to be bold. People will trample over you if you show the slightest bit of weakness.“Is that Emma I see?” Old Master Hart appears, wearing a smile. This man commands billions of dollars, I mean, the Hart family is a big deal in New York, even overseas. The Hart Group is an empire, having its hands in everything: finance, technology, luxury real estate, media and other powerful divisions.“Old Master Hart.” I say warmly, walking

Emma:The first thing I feel when I wake up is pain.It starts aching right behind my eyes until it spreads to my temples and in the next minute, every part of my body is aching. My mouth tastes like whiskey; the light streaming in through the window makes me shut my eyes so tight.I groan, dragging a hand through my already messy hair. “Damn it, what happened to me?”Everything comes to me like a flash, I remember being in the kitchen, drinking....I remember seeing Jeremy, I remember crying....and then...damn it.The kiss.I sit up straight too fast and immediately regret it because the whole room starts tilting. I press a hand to my temples as the memory flashes in front of my eyes. Did I really do that? Oh great, just when I think it’s going to get better, it just outright gets worse.I stumble to the bathroom, stripping as I go. Under the cold shower, all the memories punch me straight in the gut: my voice cracking, ‘I hate you. I hate you’ was what I kept repeating even when my wo

Samantha:I don’t like weddings.Don’t get me wrong, they just smell like expectations, a giant five-layered cake, kissing under the sunlight, dancing and drinking expensive champagne? It just seems so desperate, especially when you are thirty-seven, and all your friends are either expecting their third child, married or soon to be married.“Maybe this time, you’ll find the love of your life.” My mother’s hearty voice chirps through the phone as I drag my travel bag to the elevator.I roll my eyes so hard. “Mama, I am going for a wedding, not an audition for the bachelor.”She laughs, completely ignoring my sarcasm. “What about Andrew? He’s smart and handsome, and he’s even a doctor, just like you.”I swear, if anyone mentions that smug bastard’s name, I might totally lose my mind.“Mama, please not him.” I say, jabbing the elevator button so hard, like it personally offended me.“You two have known each other since you were little.” Mama sighs.“Exactly, which is why I know everything