Semua Bab A Deal With The Billionaire: Bab 61 - Bab 70

CHAPTER 61Damien’s POVRose was still asleep in bed when I left the room that afternoon. Closing the door carefully, I made my way down the hall to my study. I had a lot of work to do. Work that had piled up over the last few days due to my lack of concentration. While waiting for my computer to restart, I was ambushed by a memory of my last conversation with Layla. My chest tightened with anger as the whole scene replayed in my head for the third time. What kind of stupid offer was that? Did she think I was desperate? Was I desperate?The faint sound of the door opening in the distance caught my attention a few minutes later. It wasn't until Rose suddenly appeared before me that I realized that the sound had been closer than I thought.“Damien?” The word came out soft and low, as if she was afraid anything higher would add to my problems. “What's going on?”I looked up then, just enough to see the worry etched onto her face. My face went back down immediately, not wanting her to see

CHAPTER 63Rose’s POVAfter Damien left to attend to his emergency, I returned to the room to pick up a lifestyle magazine I'd been dying to read. It was the latest edition of a publication that I’d been crazy about when I was younger, never missing any of their releases. With the magazine in hand, I made my way downstairs to the living room.The house was empty and faintly quiet, so much so that I could hear my own footfalls on the stairs. Usually, there was the sound of the gardener's mower as he worked on the lawn. Today, I’d heard nothing like that. Five minutes later, glancing at the time on my phone, I realized why.From the image on the first page of the magazine, I already knew I was going to enjoy the edition. As I was turning to the next page, I heard the sound of the doorbell ringing.Who could it be? I wasn't expecting anyone.Setting the magazine aside, I headed over to the door and opened it. Victor Kane was standing there; the faint, spicy scent of his cologne reached me

CHAPTER 65Damien’s POVWatching Rose storm away, I decided not to go after her. I would talk to her later, but I had something very important to handle first. My eyes tracked her movements as she made her way to the stairs and disappeared. I still didn't understand why she was angry. Everything I did was to protect her, yet it only pissed her off. She was supposed to be thanking me.Heading to the stairs, I rushed up to my study. There was a small box on my shelf that I had always hoped I would never have to open. I always believed that I could handle any situation without it. But not this one. Carrying the box out of the shelf, I placed it on my desk. I let my hand linger on the lock for a few seconds. Then, drawing in a sharp breath, my fingers popped the lock open, and I stared long and hard at the small gun lying inside.There was no going back. Hopefully, I won't have to use it. After slipping the gun into my waistband, I returned the box to its previous position on the shelf and

CHAPTER 67Rose’s POVI landed heavily on the sofa... anger coursing through me unchecked, my hands clenched into fists so tight my nails bit into my palms. It was so intense that it almost blurred my vision. Sitting there fuming, I felt the strong urge to go back downstairs and yell at Damien. Instead, I remained where I sat, keeping it all in till it almost exploded in my chest. Starting straight ahead, all I could see was Damien's annoying face.He was the most arrogant person I had ever met. Why did he think the world revolved around him? As if everyone else only existed to serve some purpose in his favor. All this time I'd been thinking I was keeping a secret from him. I didn't know that he had already invaded my privacy and the reverse was the case. And for what? To satisfy his ego? To prove that he was in control. Absolute bullshit.The distant sound of the front door opening and closing got to my ears. I stood from the sofa and hurried over to the window. Down below, Damien was

CHAPTER 69Damien’s POV“Bloody hell!” I cursed after Rose provided the description. It was a perfect match for the man I was looking for—the one who had paid Ellis Scooter to collect his phone.Only one thing was different between the description I forced out of Ellis and the one Rose gave me—the man's dressing. But it was him alright.“What's wrong?” Rose asked, her eyes rounded with alarm.I met her gaze, but the whirlwind of words forming in my head refused to leave my mouth. Instead, they swirled, mingling with the frantic thoughts my hyperactive mind was producing. The dots were all there, but what connected them?I could almost see a big question mark floating in my view, and beneath it was the man with the spiky hair. Who was he?“Damien?” Rose said, her voice thick with fear. I could see that same fear in her eyes, sitting comfortably as if it belonged there.Lights suddenly went on in my head,, and my heart raced. “Where's your phone?” I asked Rose. “Call Danny and ask him if