All Chapters of A Game With The Billionaire : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Vivienne: The whole stage is dazzling with lights, I guess this is a big moment because for the first time in two years, my elder brother also known as Old Master Hart has agreed to do a press conference and answer questions regarding the Hart group. “How are we doing?” I ask the crew back stage, the reporters are already set, busting with questions to ask my brother. I even feel a bit clammy. “Where’s Mr. Hart?” I look around, pinning the woman with a clipboard with a very deep frown. “Yes, we are getting to that.” She laughs nervously. “He’s here somewhere.” Damn it, today is supposed to be important because Lucien is going to answer questions about the next heir to his group, the expansions, everything is supposed to be set. My brother walks in, looking younger in his dark suit, his slightly gray hair combed to the back. He’s talking into the phone. “I don’t care what you did, just make it happen. I am not paying you so that you can laze around and complain.” He sure does loo

Emma: The memories from last night come back to me as I make myself coffee from Jeremy’s fancy coffee maker. After a lot of tries, I have finally gotten the hang of it but I still don’t understand the numerous buttons. As the coffee brews, my phone rings on the counter and I snatch it up. Ethan’s name flashes on the screen and I swipe it up to pick. “Ethan? It’s eight in the morning, what’s going on?” “Good morning to you, my lovely twin sister.” Ethan chips in and I catch myself rolling my eyes at his playfulness early in the morning. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts around in the room and I pour the dark liquid into my mug, walking to the spacious living room, the phone still pressed to my ear. I take a glance upstairs, hoping to perhaps catch a glimpse of Jeremy, but he isn’t awake yet. It’s not like him to sleep in. I hadn’t even noticed when he came in last night, except there was this urge to go check on him. Jeremy was my best-friend, so I can’t stop caring about hi

Andrew: After the ‘incident’ that happened in my house with Sam’s and I’s mothers creeping into our house and catching us in, well that position. Sam has been avoiding me like a plague; she refused to acknowledge me in the hallway. Whenever she sees me passing by, she just takes the other corner and it has left me worried. I can’t tell what’s wrong with me these days, I rarely worry but right now, I am in my office, unable to concentrate on the computer screen that showcases the charts of patients. I am biting at my lower lip worriedly, the question pounding in my mind: why in the hell is she avoiding me? In one of our meetings today, she had completely refused to look at me and instead, she went right ahead to laugh with Doctor Carter, one of the orthopaedic surgeons, and she curled her hair behind her back making ‘small talk.’ I won’t lie; I was totally irritated and more grumpy than usual ever since. So she can laugh with Carter but refuse to look at me? “One day, I am goi

Theo: To be honest, I hadn’t, in my entire life, thought that after a year of moving to Boone, North Carolina, I would find myself thrust back into New York, back into the life I thought I left behind. My escape plan is simple: attend Daphne’s book launch and get the hell out of New York and back into my simple life in Boone, easy like that. I feel like I don’t belong standing in the farthest end of the room while staring everywhere with nothing but a flute of champagne, it sounds surprising because one year ago, I would have blended right in, I was a director in Brookes Technology, even running for CEO. But I did bad things and yes, I don’t deserve the redemption that I received but I plan on living not just existing, isn’t that the point of life? Behind me, there’s a huge golden banner that reads ‘What we never said aloud’ followed by Daphne’s name. Surprisingly, it brings a warm smile to my face. “Aren’t you Theo Duncan?” I look up at the middle aged man in front of me who chuc

Emma: My body is flushed against Jeremy’s body and it oddly feels comforting to be in his embrace and just stay there. I haven’t been in his embrace for six years and the moment he yanks me against his chest, my body recognizes this comfort like muscle memory. “Hello?” my date confusedly says. And then, my memory snaps. What the hell? I am supposed to be having dinner with the date that Emily arranged for me, Jeremy doesn’t have the right to barge in here and take me into his arms. I push him away, maintaining my stance and he stares down at me with eyes that make my pulse beat harder. The expression in Jeremy’s face shifts and his jaw is tight. “What are you doing here, Jeremy?” I take in his appearance, he’s soaking wet from the top, why did he rush here even when he knew it’s raining heavily? I already told him that I was going out on a date today. It makes me remember our conversation earlier today, how he dared me to go on this date and see if he makes me alive. My date has