บททั้งหมดของ A Deal With The Billionaire: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

CHAPTER 101Rose’s POVWe walked in silence after that, footsteps echoing on the pavement. I hugged my arms around myself, suddenly cold despite the morning sun. Cars were passing on the highway now, and shops were starting to open.The truth about Lily made so many things open to me now, like it had decided to sit squarely on my shoulders for the rest of the day. Maybe the rest of my life. The more I learned, the darker the road ahead seemed. And with Ty gone, the only people who had answers were men who refused to speak.I kept walking, but the heaviness stayed. And for the first time since this horrible journey, I wondered why my sister escaped being arranged for marriage only to be groomed by a billionaire with no morals.Tim kept a steady distance behind me, close enough to act but far enough to avoid drawing attention. It should have been comforting, having someone watch my back, but all I felt was the constant, low hum of threat, the certainty that anything could go wrong.My th

CHAPTER 103Damien’s POVI stared at him, unmoving. “Not good enough.”He swallowed hard. “I can...I can help you find her.”“You already said that.”“No,” he insisted. “I mean it. I found something no one was supposed to see.” He lifted a small backpack and unzipped it. From it, he pulled out a laptop with cracked edges and stickers peeling off. “I kept this hidden. If they find out I have it… I won’t survive long.”He powered it on. The screen lit up, and Jackson’s fingers flew across the keys, typing in a series of commands I didn’t recognize. A black console appeared, lines of text scrolling fast, too fast for someone without training to follow.Then a window popped open. A graph. It looked like a stock market board at first, with numbers rising and falling. But when he clicked a tab on the right, the screen shifted.And I saw Rose’s face.My breath left me in one sharp pull.Her picture was positioned to the left, and beside it was a column of numbers climbing higher every few se

CHAPTER 105Rose’s POV"Damien..." It was a strangled plea.My thighs trembled violently. I couldn’t control the sharp, involuntary clench deep inside, and then the floodgates broke. A gush of wet, hot stream pulsed out of me, soaking his thighs and the chair beneath us in a sudden, shocking rush. I cried out, my body convulsing."Yes, baby. Come for me."He didn’t pause as he encouraged me. His rhythm turned punishing, driving into me through the pulsing waves."Come on this dick," he growled, his fingers relentlessly patting my clit despite the slickness. "Come for me, malishka." The command was impossible to deny with that name.The aftershocks hadn't faded before another, sharper peak tore through me, the stream taking longer and being even bigger than before, leaving me shuddering and limp against him, barely conscious of his own choked groan as he slammed deep one final time, filling me once more.Damien lifted me effortlessly, and my legs wrapped instinctively around his waist

CHAPTER 107Third-Person POVKareem reached the top floor. Victor’s assistant ushered him in after a single knock.Victor sat behind his desk, dark eyes lifting from his computer. There was something about the man that was enough to make even Kareem hesitate. But he pushed past it and forced a tight smile.“Kane,” he said, stepping forward. “It has been too long.”Victor rose and shook his hand with practiced politeness. “Kareem. I did not expect you today.”“Neither did I,” Kareem said with a laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. “But I believe our goals may align.”Victor’s brows lifted slightly. “Do they?”“I think so.” Kareem sat without waiting to be offered a seat. Victor resumed his, folding his hands in front of him.“Speak,” Victor said. “I am listening.”Kareem leaned forward. “You and I both know Sterling stands in the way of everything we want. He always has. You resent him. Everyone sees it.”Victor’s gaze sharpened. “Resentment is a childish word. Damien Sterling is competit

CHAPTER 109Rose’s POV“I will not,” he said. “Just trust me for a little more.”He guided me forward. I heard his footsteps beside me, steady, but his breathing was fast and nervous. My shoes hit uneven concrete, then something hollow like metal flooring.Another set of footsteps approached. They were heavier, scraping the ground. A man’s voice came next. It was deep and heavily accented.“She is the girl?” he asked.“She is,” Jackson replied.The stranger stepped closer. I felt the warm air move near my face. I flinched when fingers brushed the cloth of my blindfold.A second later, the fabric was ripped away.The light stabbed my eyes at first. Then the figure in front of me came into focus. He was tall, built like a wall, dressed in a black coat, and obviously Asian. His men hovered behind him, looking ready with their guns. I gasped.I blinked rapidly, adjusting to my environment.“Please,” I said quickly. “Before anything… let me see my sister. Let me talk to her. I need to know