Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Deal With The Billionaire: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

CHAPTER 22ROSE'S POVI could hardly believe that Laziel—the Laziel—was sitting in front of me, laughing, joking, and completely different from the way he came across in his pictures and interviews. The man oozed charm, sure, but there was something disarming about him in person. He wasn’t stiff or cold like I expected. If anything, he was warm, laid-back, and approachable. It was such a stark contrast to the confident, almost intimidating image his portraits gave off.And let’s be honest, he was devastatingly handsome. Unfairly so. The kind of handsome that made you nervous just being in the same room.Before I could think better of it, the words slipped out. “You’re really beautiful.”The second it was out, I clamped my hand over my mouth. Oh, no.Laziel’s eyes widened for a moment before his cheeks flushed a soft pink. He actually blushed.“Did you just—?” Laz started to say, his lips curling into a surprised smile.“Oh my God,” I stammered, turning to Damien out of instinct, only

CHAPTER 24ROSE'S POVThe kitchen was unusually quiet as I stepped inside. The only sound was the faint hum of the refrigerator. I froze mid-step when I saw the maid standing near the counter, her back partially turned to me. She wasn’t doing anything obvious, but her stiff, almost jittery stance put me on edge.“What are you doing?” I hadn’t meant for it to sound so accusing.The maid jerked back, guilt flashing across her face. She whirled around, clutching a dish towel, her eyes wide and nervous. “Oh! Miss Rose! I—I was just... cleaning,” she stammered, lifting the towel as if it could explain everything.“Cleaning?” I echoed, narrowing my eyes. Something wasn’t right. “What exactly were you cleaning? Because this place looks like it’s already been cleaned.”Her gaze darted around the kitchen like she was searching for an escape route. “I was... wiping the counters. Yes! The counters.” She gestured vaguely toward them, but the countertops were spotless, not a single smear or crumb

CHAPTER 26ROSE'S POVI sat at the dining table, staring at my untouched plate, absently pushing my eggs around with my fork. Damien sat across from me, sipping his coffee, his sharp gaze flickering toward me every few seconds.I knew he was watching me. I could feel it.“Alright,” he finally said, setting his mug down with a soft clink. “What’s wrong with you?”I didn’t flinch. Didn’t react.“Nothing,” I murmured.Damien didn’t buy it.“That’s a lie,” he said, his voice edged with impatience. “You’ve barely spoken since last night. You look like a ghost, and now you’re sitting here acting like the world is ending. So, I’ll ask again—what’s wrong?”I forced a small, tired smile. “I’m fine.”His eyes narrowed slightly, like he was trying to read me.He let out a long sigh, rubbing his temple. “Fine. If you don’t want to talk, I won’t force you. But at least take care of yourself, okay?”I nodded, still not meeting his gaze. “Yeah. Sure.”Damien exhaled, clearly frustrated, but he didn’

CHAPTER 28DAMIEN'S POVA dull, relentless throb pulsed behind my temples, each beat hammering through my skull. A low groan escaped my lips as I pressed my palms against my face, trying to block out the world.My body felt sluggish, the sheets twisted around me like a trap. Every muscle ached, exhaustion clinging to my limbs as if I had been dragged through hell and back.What the hell happened last night? My mind was blank, a foggy void where my memories should have been. With some effort, I pushed myself up, rubbing a hand over my face, trying to shake off the lingering haze of sleep. Weak sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting streaks of gold across the room. The house was eerily quiet.I turned my head, eyes settling on the empty space beside me, the sheets slightly rumpled but cold. Had someone been there?Frowning, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, hoping for answers, but all I found was an empty screen and a low battery.Damn it. I had work, and judging by the l

CHAPTER 30DAMIEN'S POVI placed Rose in the passenger seat, shutting the car door with a firm click. Her head lolled to the side, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a lazy smile. “Damien,” she mumbled.I sighed, shaking my head. This woman would be the death of me.Slipping into the driver’s seat, I started the engine, the Lamborghini’s low purr filling the air. I had barely pulled out of the club’s parking lot when she mumbled my name again.“Damien…” she sighed dreamily.I glanced at her. “What?”She giggled. “You’re so hot.”I exhaled, already regretting this night. “Rose.”“And strong.”“Go to sleep.”“You smell so good.”My grip tightened on the steering wheel.Then, with zero warning, she tilted her head toward me and murmured, “And you have a big dick too.”I slammed on the brakes. The car jerks slightly before stopping. I turned my head, slowly, and met her sleepy, drunken gaze.She blinked at me, all innocent. “What?”I inhaled deeply, willing myself to stay calm. “Rose—”“I f