A Deal With The Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

CHAPTER 51Rose’s POVI went to my room and changed into something plain and simple. A black hoodie, jeans, and a cap pulled low enough to hide my face. All of it was to make me blend in perfectly. I didn’t know if I was running from him or from myself. Maybe both.The streets were quiet when I stepped outside. The last time I checked the time, it was already past seven pm. The cold wind bit at my skin, but I kept walking until the lights from a small bar spilled across the pavement. The kind of place no one would look for me.I pushed the door open and walked in.“Keep the shots coming, please,” I said to the bartender, who didn’t ask questions when I ordered another glass.The place was dimly lit and loud, filled with the scent of liquor and sin. Music blasted from all corners, an upbeat rhythm that helped get me out of my thoughts.I didn’t even realize when someone sat beside me. His cologne was familiar before his voice was.“Do you always have rough nights with him like this?” he

CHAPTER 53Rose’s POVI scoffed. Bluffing as usual. Not even the dark desire swimming in his eyes could tell me he'd do it, even though a part of me wanted him to do so."Like you can?"The taunt slipped out before I could stop it. It sounded light, but I knew Damien took it like a challenge. And if there is one thing I know about him, it's that he hates being challenged. I turned sharply, my heels digging into the floor as I made my way towards the staircase.He grabbed my wrist, slamming me back against the wall before speaking roughly."I warned you." His hand slid to my throat. He was not squeezing. He was just holding me there as if to claim my very being.Then his mouth crashed into mine, angry and possessive. I kissed him back instantly, teeth scraping lips, the taste of copper lingering between us. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the hallway spun. There was nothing tender about this kiss. He was angry, but I could feel the hunger in the way he nibbled on m

CHAPTER 55Damien’s POVThe sunlight came in thin and warm, slicing through the curtains. I had barely slept, as my head still carried the noise from the night before. The same voice that told me I had slipped out of control the night before returned, warning me of the repercussions.My phone buzzed against the nightstand. I groggily picked up my phone to check. It was a message from Layla.“We need to talk. It’s urgent.”For a moment, I considered ignoring it. But Layla wasn’t the type to be ignored. At least, not when we still had an ongoing business partnership. I showered, dressed, and drove to the café she had chosen. It was one of those quiet, modern places where the scent of roasted beans tried to disguise the smell of hot coffee.She was already there, sitting near the window like she was taking a picture of poise. Layla had always been beautiful in a curated way, with every hair in place and every gesture rehearsed—the dream of every billionaire in the corporate world. Just no

CHAPTER 57Damien’s POVI lay awake with Rose in my arms, my fingers gently brushing her slender arm. Her breathing was soft and peaceful, her face relaxed in her sleep. It took me a few seconds to realize I was smiling at her, and the smile widened as I did. I felt at peace with her here, wishing we could stay like that forever. But that was only a pipe dream. Not when people like Victor were around. Or wolves, like Tony had called them.But Victor hadn't always been an enemy. Instead, he was a close friend to the family. I still had vivid memories of the day I first met him. My parents were still alive, and my father had thrown one of the parties he was famous for.A friend and I were having a conversation in the outer garden when my father's voice interrupted us.“Damien! Come, come,” he'd said in his heavily accented voice.He beckoned to me, and I excused myself to answer him. Making my way past the small group gathered in front of the garden, I spotted two men standing close to m

CHAPTER 59Third-person POVLayla Al-Mansoor stood in her room, staring gloomily out of one of the large arched windows. In the distance, a mother duck and her children were playing around on the small lake that had always been a form of therapy for her when she was younger. As a child, she never went a day without visiting the lake to feed the ducks. Even on days she was sick or too occupied, she would squeeze time out to continue what had been like a ritual for her.Now, as an adult, she couldn't remember the last time she had visited the lake. Maybe a few years. A light breeze blew across, tossing her hair and caressing her face. Layla’s eyes were on the ducks in the lake, but her mind was not present. In the last few days, she'd been thinking about her life, trying to imagine what it would be like if she didn't have to succumb to her father's egocentrism. To the outside world, Kareem Al-Mansoor was a loving and attentive family man. But as far as Layla was concerned, he was a textb