Todos los capítulos de A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

While scanning a large group of people and searching the crowd for the person she intended to meet i.e. Jemima, her friend, I felt that my heart raced and eyes rolled out the sound of my blue blood out of respect as it was in the waving arm. The strangest part is that even as I made a move towards her I asked myself whether it was not a mistake and whether I would not regret it very soon. I pressed through and arrived at her side, scanning her face the entire way and as my eyes got to her smilingly radiant face. But as they always say, hindsight is 20/20 and something told me that as a near long-term friend she was just putting on a show to cover up her true feelings. There was that thing in her masquerade eyes, a subtle hint of woe, a distant call for help that made me wonder if everything was okay. "Kalmia, thank you for honoring my invitation," Jemima said, her voice joyful, yet icy. I detected a tinge of strangeness, a lack of warmth, in the way she spoke. "Thank you, Jemima,"

As soon as the woman's gaze clashed with mine, needle-sharp and inquisitive, she put the question that made my heart skip. "What do you mean madam? Do you have anyone who fits the description?" Her tone had a slight implication of curiosity, through the eyes were very eager to know the truth. That gave me a shiver. I stood frozen for a short time, trying to decipher the implications of her question. Jemima stood there in that attitude, hands on her waist, scrutinizing me with an intensity that turned me into a specimen under a microscope. I swear I felt her glare pin me down, as if she too waited for the answer. I inhaled a deep breath, forcing my mind to arrange itself whilst mumbling through an answer. "Y-yeah," I stammered, barely above a whisper. "She was my younger sister with this description...but we lost her into the cold hands of death years back." The relentless eyes of the woman never left mine, while the question that followed fettered me even deeper. "Are you sure she

In a worried tone, she asked, "What happened, Mr. Arrow?" stepping towards me. Her eyes seemed to survey the whole scene. I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to regain some self-control; for deep inside, my blood was boiling."This...maniac has summoned me,"I said, pointing my finger with an air of accusation at the shaking man in indignation. Instead of treating me with the respect and care I deserved, this man was spouting rubbish. His wounds cut deep into my soul. I could feel my anger boiling over at the rekindled memory of his insults, and I fought to keep my feelings under control. "Calm down, Mr. Arrow. Explain it to us," another man said from the crowd in a gentle and soothing tone while stepping toward us. "You're still angry," he stated. At that moment, the doctor arrived through steamrolling the crowd with forbidding, autocratic expression etched all over him. "What in heaven's name is going on here!" he said firmly and in a commanding tone. How--oooohhh, I felt relief at h

I woke with a jerk, body raising with tremendous force as I came to the stark realization that it was already morning-the next day-a new day; a day with a fresh batch of worries, new tides of anxiety washing over me like a cold dark wave. An unwelcome slant of sunlight flashed through the window, hitting me hard, forcing me to squint, while the dull throbbing ache crashed down upon my head like a sledgehammer. "Kalmia! Jemima!" I screamed, my voice a loud urgent sound bouncing off the walls, but not a breath seemed to be heard-just that awful, wrenching silence that tore through empty walls as if I were shouting into a vacuum. And memories snapped into view; how they were at the hospital the night before? My heart sank, my stomach twisted with worry, a knife turning in my gut. Stood up, forcing it with all my will, the body weary, the muscles stiff from tiredness, the grittiness in my eyes from sleeplessness. It was like crawling out from the depth of a dark, bottomless pit. I mad

When I got out of the vehicle and stepped onto the aged asphalt surface of the old warehouse, my vision started to hunt the environment, like the one searching for treasure hidden. Like someone hiding their true intentions, the dim light thrown long shadows on the ground. I walked cautiously, footsteps echoing on the walls, like a person trying not to wake somebody up. I looked around the room, taking in everything from dusty crates to rusty machinery, like someone pulling pieces together, probably to fit a puzzle. And then, I saw Kalmia. As if that treasure had finally been found. She was bound to a chair, arms tied behind her back-like a captive. The face was pale and drawn, almost like that of someone exhausted by a long journey. From her looks, one could tell she was real-well, well, extremely-tired, like one who has spent all energy reserves. Her eyes looked sunken, gaunt, like someone peering into the darkness, and her skin was dry and cracked, like a person suffering from deh