The Billionaire's Deal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

"Follow me," Gloria said, leading me into an office. The room was spacious and well-conditioned, with four neatly arranged desks. Inside, a man and a woman sat talking, their conversation stopping the moment we entered as both turned their attention to me. "This is Elizabane," Gloria announced with a dramatic groan, rolling her eyes. "Sabrina said to let her stay here until her move." I shot her a glare and corrected her. "Elizabeth." "That's what I said. Elizabane." She repeated, her smirk widening. The woman at the desk chuckled, and I bit my lower lip, forcing down my frustration. Gloria was lucky this was my first day. I wasn’t the quiet girl she used to bully anymore. If this had been any other day, I would have wiped that smirk off her face. "This will be your desk." She pointed to the table near the door. Without waiting for more of her nonsense, I pulled out the chair and sat down. "Welcome, Elizabeth. I'm James," the man beside me said, offering his hand. I wa

"Please, Ms. James, I’m sure Gloria didn’t intend to cause you such harm," Sabrina said, her voice soft, pleading. My eyes flicked between the two of them, a tangle of confusion knotting in my stomach. What was I supposed to say? I had no idea Richard had even threatened Gloria in the first place. He had been too busy scolding me to ask about the situation. Does Richard even listen? From the few moments I’d spent with him, I noticed he was always so lost in his own head, so quick to judge and act. "I..." I opened my mouth to speak, but Sabrina interrupted before I could get the words out. "Gloria is also offering to pay for the damages on your shirt," Sabrina said, her gaze fixing on me. She paused, giving me a moment to absorb the information before adding, "I’m not sure if it’s a designer piece, but we’re hoping two thousand dollars will cover the damages." Designer piece, I nearly laughed aloud. If only they knew it was a $10 uniform shirt. I struggled to keep my expressi

"What!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in shock. "You’re a stripper, aren’t you? Dance for me," Richard commanded. I shook my head, heat rising to my face. "I am not a stripper! I don’t even know how to dance—I couldn't dance to save my life." Richard didn’t listen. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, expecting me to perform like some showpiece for his entertainment. I stood frozen, my heart pounding, my cheeks burning with anger as I glared at him. The smug amusement on his face as he waited for me to obey only fueled my rage. I hated that smirk—I wanted to wipe it off his face so badly. Why did this feel more degrading than if he had simply asked for sex? "Hurry up, Laura," he said lazily. Laura? Who the hell was Laura? Did he forget my name so soon? "I told you I can’t dance," I said, ignoring the wrong name and trying to hold on to whatever pride I had left. Was this really what he expected me to do for the next two years? Richard rolled his eyes, acting as

My heart raced as I watched him pause for a moment, his grip tightening around the phone. "Why are you calling her?" His voice was sharp, demanding. "I told you to call me first, didn’t I?" He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenching. "Is Elizabeth the one paying you, or am I?" I frowned. Was he still talking to his father? I stayed still, watching as he nodded, muttered something under his breath, then exhaled heavily before turning to me. His movements were slow, almost reluctant, as he stretched the phone toward me. "It's Vivian," he said. Then, the next words left his mouth, and my entire world tilted. "Your sister is awake." It felt like ice-cold water had been poured over me. My breath caught, my chest tightening as the words sank in. My vision blurred, but this time, it wasn’t from fear—it was from the overwhelming rush of relief that flooded my entire body. Tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them. "Really?" My voice came out shaky as I grabb

I narrowed my eyes at her. How was that any of her business? Instead of replying, I decided to change the topic. "What do you mean he helps everybody?" I asked, noticing how her eyes lit up immediately. "You know exactly what I mean—the way he helped your sister, the way he helps everyone suffering from lung-related problems," she explained, and my brows furrowed. I didn't need to say another word for her to continue; she clearly enjoyed talking about it. "That was the reason he acquired this hospital when it was on the verge of bankruptcy—to help people," she said, admiration dripping from her voice. It made me laugh. She obviously had no idea what kind of person Richard was. "Richard didn't help my sister," I spat. I didn’t want him getting credit for something I had to work for. "He gave me a loan, which I am working tirelessly to pay back." A part of me also didn’t want her to see him as some hero. "Oh! That explains it," she sighed. "Explains what?" I asked. "Why