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

Tristan: To say the least, sitting in the same room as my mother is suffocating. I watch as she twirls the fork around the pasta. “So, Charlotte....she seems, how do I put it, a bit bold.” Of course, she’s freaking bold, she’s not afraid to do what scares her and she’s so brilliant. She is the person who started making me believe in myself, she is the woman who made me want to change. She made me embrace myself and, every vulnerable, aching, damaged part of me, she embraced. To be honest, I was scared when she wanted to meet my mother. Being in the same room with my mother brings out a part of me I don’t want Charlotte to witness, but she wanted to and here we are. I didn’t expect my sweet mother not to throw certain jabs, so I wasn’t surprised when she started attacking my art. “Yeah, she’s very bold.” I tell my mother who glares at me. “Stop it, mother. Art is my life, and I am not interested in the family business or whatever. I have something I am passionate about and that’s a

Victor: I never really knew my parents. Well, I did know them, until age three where I knew them no more and so I grew up with Aunt Nina, it was just the two of us living comfortably. When I was ten, I asked her about the whereabouts of my other family while we were watching family feud. It captivated me that a whole bunch of families came up on stage to answer a bunch of ridiculous questions for a ridiculously huge amount of money. Ten years old me thought, ‘wouldn’t it be so cool, if I had a family that big? I would have a bunch of cousins, aunts, and uncles.’ Aunt Nina told me, ‘You have me,’ she then proceeded to ruffle my hair and I felt immediately guilty afterwards. She was right. I had Aunt Nina and she was enough for me, so why did a part of me longed for Aunts, Uncles and a whole bunch of cousins? Aunt Nina raised me like her own child even though she was my mother’s sister, I love her so much. Aunt Nina always wanted to talk about my parents even though they were no mor

Victor: I have always wanted a family and now the room is surrounded by my supposed family. Jeremy and his girlfriend, Emma are seated, huddled together while Nicole seems rigid enough with her brother who keeps passing smiles around the room. There’s Tristan and Charlotte and finally me, who is seated on the couch facing them. The room is quiet with no one saying a word. Everyone exchanges tense expressions and I feel a bit....trapped? “Are we going to keep ignoring whatever is happening?” Nicole finally says and her brother frowns at her. “What? That’s the truth. We have a cousin that we just found out about recently, aren’t we supposed to catch up or whatever?” Everyone finally looks at me and I can’t tell if it’s of sympathy or of something else I can’t explain. Tristan finally finds my eyes and I want to look away but he’s supposed to be my uncle, even though there’s only a ten year age gap between us. “So...uh, my father was a Hart.” I say, my lower lip trembling. “When did

Samantha: I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy with the right person. Funny how life works like that. You think you’ve missed your chance only to realize it’s been waiting for you all along. I didn’t expect this, to be honest. I didn’t expect my heart to wake up this late, for my heart to feel this young and terrified and alive all at once. Is this what being in love means? Because I never want to fall out of love. Love doesn’t care about timing. It doesn’t check your age or ask if you should know better by now. It just arrives and when it does, you either run away from it or you choose it. I am choosing it, because hell I deserve it. “Baby, are you ready to go?” Andrew raps his knuckles on my office door, it’s the end of my shift and so I grab my coat and my purse and go meet the love of my life. Damn, he’s handsome today, in grey scrubs, strands of dark blonde hair falling over his face and I get on my tiptoe and brush it away. “Someone’s feisty today,” Andrew smirks,

Jeremy: A week later, I wake up screaming from a nightmare. My chest is beating hard and it’s like I am on the verge of a panic attack, but it’s not actually. The nightmares have been coming so frequently that whenever I wake up from them, it feels like I can’t breathe. “It’s not real.” I sit upright, placing my hand on my chest, trying to calm myself down with the technique that my therapist taught me. “None of it, it’s a nightmare. It’s nothing but a nightmare.” Emma filled me in on everything, from the Calloway scandal to how Finn Calloway was caught and is now serving his time in prison. I tell myself there’s no stalker again, that Emma and I can always be together without anyone getting in between, but apparently, my brain hasn’t seemed to register it yet. Damn it, I feel so helpless. “Jeremy?” Emma calls my name gently, flicking on the night lamp. I stare at her messy hair and wide eyes, I realize now that I must look helpless, with sweat clinging to my forehead. “Another