All Chapters of The Billionaire's Bargain : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ALEX'S POVThe whiskey burned down my throat with speed, but I barely felt it, not even as I swallowed hard. It's been over a week since the doctor broke the devastating news to me. His face was a mask of professionalism as he told me I had two years to live.At first, it didn't register, or maybe it did but I didn't want to believe it. I had shrugged it off, got myself drowned in other stuff, while convincing myself it wasn't real. It wouldn't be.Amelia's soothing words were also comforting. “Medical analyses are not always accurate," she had told me after we left the doctor's office that day.But since then, with each passing day, the weight of those words pressed down on my shoulders, dragging deeper than I had expected.Now, here I was, in a dimly lit bar on the outskirts of town, trying to act as if alcohol could erase the reality clawing at me or the pain which burned in my chest. I gulped another shot, surrendering my body to the effect that accompanied it down my throat. I

NELSON'S POVI wasn’t in the mood for this wedding. I wasn't in the mood for anything lately. From the moment I arrived, something felt off. The music, the chatter, the forced smiles. I went through the motions, but none of it reached me. I was the best man, standing next to Jason, the very man who had once told me that women weren’t priorities. That they were extra luggage in life.But now? Here he was, pledging his life to one.I smiled, given my speech, even toasted to their love. But deep down, I had felt nothing but emptiness. A dull, lingering void that refused to go away.Until my eyes landed on her.Amelia.And instantly, that emptiness turned into a raging storm.She had been sitting alone earlier, distant, detached, just as I remembered her. She had always liked keeping a part of herself hidden from the world. But then, from nowhere, a man appeared. At first, I convinced myself it was nothing. Just a conversation, since she was polite to everyone. But then she smiled. N

ISABELLA'S POV“What's the development? Anything positive?” I shot at Damien. His one hand gripped the edge of the wine glass while the other fumbled across his phone.He didn't look up, he just answered in a strained calculated voice. “I think we're getting somewhere. It's a matter of time.”“Yeah sure. Are you able to know anything about her? Grey has gotten her address and a few details, but no Intel information yet,” Carmella, who sat just some inches away from me shot in.Damien was not interested. Or to say, he was not fully interested, if not because I technically brought in mother's death, he certainly wouldn't agree to help. He was so mad at me and I understood his emotions. I would play guilty and sober until he had done what I wanted.“Like I said, it's a matter of time. This is a process that can not be rushed, else the whole thing would get messed up,” he paused, taking a long sil from the drink in his hand. “We risk being on the losing end of everything if we do not car

AMELIA'S POVI stared at the man standing before me, my mind charged with mixed emotions. My fingers tightened around the edge of my desk. The air felt suffocating, thick with unspoken words. Alex looked pitiful, yet the sting of his previous act was fresh in my mind. The pain from his recent action cut deep into my soul.“Thanks for… the other day, Amelia,” he began, heaving a sigh.“It's okay," I answered.There was an uncomfortable silence after that, as if one person was waiting for the other to speak first."We need to talk,” his voice was laced in calmness, a sober tone quite different from the ones I've heard from him in recent times."Can't it wait?” I wasn't convinced that Alex wasn't into his usual way of starting something annoying."It's important, Amelia. It has to do with everything that has happened in the past.” He stayed glued to the spot, his eyes pleading for the audience. “Just give me this little time to explain everything that you've never allowed me to explain.

AMELIA'S POV Alex, wait!" I said again as I approached him.The words were out before I could stop them. My pulse hammered in my throat as I pushed away from my desk, my heels clicking against the floor to announce that I was approaching him. I had no idea what I was doing, it was almost impossible to wrap my head around whatever I was doing at the moment, yet, I couldn’t let him leave.He hesitated, his back still turned to me, his shoulders tense, and his hand still gripped the door knob. For a moment, I thought he would go away and ignore me, but he didn't. Instead, he turned slowly.His eyes met mine, but they were filled with urgency and anticipation. My stomach churned as my eyes got entrapped in his gaze.“What is it, Amelia?” His voice was quiet, but there was something beneath the calmness. Or maybe because it was unusual of him to be so quiet?I swallowed hard, answers refusing to form in my mouth.I stood just a breath away now, close enough to see the faint lines on his