All Chapters of A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

KALMIA’S POV "How can you even say that?" My voice rose in pitch as I struggled to keep it under control while I replied. The accusation inflicted deep wounds because it corrupted my entire belief in what we shared together. "After everything? I exposed myself completely to you so you can now see me as nothing more than a plant? Marcus’s jaw was clenched, his eyes blazing. "What else am I supposed to think? Our perfect balance was intact until you arrived to disturb it. Now, everything's a mess. Dizziness strikes me as I begin to doubt everything I know about Sarah after so many years. You think that's a coincidence?" "This is no coincidence Marcus," I declared with a lowered voice to introduce some tranquility into our strained atmosphere. "It's a consequence. Our established relationship functions as both the creation we built together and the foundation of our bond. Your feelings are not my responsibility. The events that happened between us remain facts that labeling me a spy

JEMIMA’S POV His breath became unsteady as my continuous touch reduced his resistance. With a suppressed groan he told Jemima that their meal would soon become cold. "Let it" I whispered while swiftly taking his lips again with fresh urgency. His hands transitioned from pushing me away to seizing my hips and drawing me toward his body. The kiss deepened, becoming urgent, hungry. The feeling of his hardness pressing against my hand answered my inner question without words. Our bodies stayed intertwined as we moved away from the dining table while maintaining our kiss. I held my hand against the discovery as I explored and teased it constantly. As he lifted me up a soft moan escaped his lips and my legs instinctively encircled his waist. He carried me from the dining room to the bedroom without breaking our kiss. As the meal lost its aroma we lost ourselves to the overpowering scent of passion. The bedroom door effectively isolated us from the outside world while we became part of a

JEMIMA’S POV My ear pressed against the ornate oak door which weighed heavily in the silence my heart pounded with an unusual pleasure. Arrow's typically composed voice now carried an unheard edge and unexpected tremor. The sound hovered low to the point of resembling a growl with sharp breaths breaking its continuity. My arms wrapped around me as my face broke into a broad, joyful smile. "I just... He spoke her name as if it was a stone skimming water while saying "I don't understand, Kalmia." "We talked about this. We agreed." Kalmia’s response was nothing more than a stifled sob. The sound was very faint yet it manifested as a symphony through my exceptionally acute hearing. I could visualize her trembling shoulders and tear-streaked face within that space. Good. Let her cry. Let her drown in them. "Agreed on what, Arrow?" In a whisper that revealed her overwhelming emotions she finally replied. "Agreed that you'd pull away? We settled on you acting as an outsider when we'r

ARROW’S POV My numb fingers let go of the phone that hit the hardwood floor producing a clatter which the thick rug muffled. The room's silence had transformed into the oppressive weight of Jemima's betrayal which felt as if it had delivered a physical blow. The tears rolling down my cheeks expressed more than grief as they also reflected my anger and humiliation from what once was a toxic love. "Jemima!" My roar bounced off my bedroom walls and carried the weight of disbelief and fury. The query had transformed into a direct accusation which demanded answers that would remain ungiven. My voice broke into a raw, ragged vibration that expressed a depth of pain which surpassed simple loss. No response. Just the chilling, mocking silence. "Jemima!" I yelled her name a second time as the word became a venomous curse with each syllable displaying hatred I had never known I could feel. "How could you?" Behind my closed eyelids I saw her face transformed into a twisted cruel mask ins

KALMIA’S POV "You look like you've seen a ghost." Before Enoch could prepare a reply a powerful voice interrupted us both with its stern tone. "You can no longer work here, Kalmia." I spun around to face Mr. Davies, my boss who was there before me while my heart plummeted as I saw rigid disapproval etched across his face. His typical friendly expression vanished and transformed into a cold, unyielding stare. "Why, sir?" My question emerged as my throat tightened. I searched my mind desperately to remember any error on my part or any missed deadline. Nothing came to mind. Mr. Davies showed his disdain while brushing his thinning hair with his hand. Have you failed to notice the widespread internet coverage of your family's scandal Kalmia? The news sites and social media feeds are filled with your family scandal. A complete and utter disgrace." He moved his hand in an aimless gesture that resembled someone trying to brush away a non-existent fly. My patience runs thin when my emp