All Chapters of A Deal With The Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 2ROSE'S POVWhen I woke up, my body jolted like I’d been struck by lightning. My head pounded, and I shot up, glancing around the unfamiliar room."Where am I?" I demanded, my voice hoarse. Damien Sterling’s voice was infuriatingly calm. “You’re awake. Good. Now, calm down.”"Don’t tell me to calm down!" I shot back, glaring at him. He sat across from me, annoyingly composed, like he hadn’t just knocked me out minutes ago. “ Let’s start with this: who is the girl in the picture to you?”I hesitated, weighing my options. But what was the point of lying? He’d already caught me red-handed. “She’s my sister,” I said through clenched teeth.Damien’s brows lifted slightly, the first sign of genuine surprise I’d seen from him. “Your sister?”“Yes. Now answer my question—where is she?” My hands balled into fists.He leaned back, studying me like I was some sort of puzzle. “Interesting. I didn’t know she had a sister.”“You’re dodging the question!” I snapped.“And you’re too loud,”

CHAPTER 4 DAMIEN'S POVWhen I pushed open the doors to the conference room, the buzz of conversation ceased instantly. Every board member turned to look at me.And there she was. Seraphina Duval, sitting at the far end of the table with a smirk on her face, perfectly poised in her designer suit. “Mr. Sterling,” she drawled, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. “How nice of you to join us. We were just discussing you.” I didn’t take the bait. “Miss Duval,” I said coolly, stepping forward. “I wasn’t aware this meeting was necessary. Care to enlighten me?” She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. “Oh, I think the board members can explain that better than I can.” One of the older members, Mr. Finch, cleared his throat. “Damien, there’s been… concern,” he began hesitantly. “Concern?” I repeated, arching an eyebrow. “About what, exactly?” “About your judgment,” another member, Ms. Albright, chimed in. “Particularly regarding your engagement—or lack thereof.” I folded my a

CHAPTER 6 ROSE'S POV I sat at the corner table of the dimly lit restaurant, my fingers curling around the stem of an untouched glass of water. The air was rich with the scent of roasting herbs and freshly baked bread, but it did nothing to settle the churning in my stomach. My eyes flicked toward the entrance every few seconds, and the longer I waited, the more the knot in my chest tightened. She was late. A flicker of movement near the door drew my attention, and there she was. Seraphina Duval strode into the room like she owned the place—back straight, chin high, every inch of her oozing the poise of someone who was well aware of her own importance. Her sleek, raven-black hair flowed over one shoulder, and her tailored cream pantsuit fit her like a second skin. The clack of her heels against the hardwood floor echoed loudly in my ears as she approached, her scarlet-painted lips pulling into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Rose Sinclair,” she said, her voice smooth an

CHAPTER 8DAMIEN'S POVMy phone buzzed incessantly on the table, the caller ID flashing "Mother." A sigh escaped me before I answered.“Damien,” her voice barked the moment I placed the phone to my ear. “What in God’s name am I hearing about a fiancée?”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Good morning to you too, Mother.”“Don’t give me that nonsense!” she snapped. “I’m in the Bahamas, trying to enjoy some peace with my husband since he's better, and suddenly I’m bombarded with news of my son proposing to some—some nobody!”“It’s not what you think—”“Oh, so you’re not engaged to some random woman?” Her sarcasm was razor-sharp. “Because that’s what it sounds like to me, Damien. Do you know how this makes us look? The Sterlings don’t stoop to this level of absurdity!”“She’s not random,” I lied smoothly. “She’s someone I’ve been seeing for a while. I love her.”“Love her?” My mother’s laughter was cold and incredulous. “Love? Since when do you believe in love, Damien? You’re not some sta

CHAPTER 10DAMIEN'S POVI arrived at the office building in record time, irritation already gnawing at me. The fact that Adrian Voss had summoned me like a subordinate only made things worse. Voss was a parasite, feeding on any weakness he could exploit. He was the kind of man who smiled while twisting the knife.As I entered the conference room, there he was, sitting casually at the head of the table as though he owned the place. His tailored suit looked like it cost more than most people’s annual salary, and his smug grin was enough to make my blood boil.“Ah, Damien,” Adrian drawled, leaning back in his chair. “Punctual, as always. I admire that.”I ignored the pleasantries, closing the door behind me with a deliberate click. “What do you want, Voss?”Adrian’s grin widened. “Straight to the point. I like that. Sit down.”In my company? This guy has audacity.“I’d rather stand,” I said, crossing my arms. “Now get to the point, or I’m walking out.”He chuckled, the sound grating on m