All Chapters of A Deal With The Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 61 ROSE’S POV The city was eerily quiet at night, no traffic sounds, no voices in the distance, not even the buzz of lights above the street. I slipped into the car and tried to keep my breathing steady, though my chest felt tight. My hands locked around the steering wheel, and I didn’t realize how hard I was holding on until my knuckles turned pale. Damien would lose it if he saw me right now. The thought alone made me shiver, because he always made it clear how far I wasn’t allowed to go. But I couldn’t sit around waiting. I had to move. I wouldn’t stop. I needed to know where she was. And if she needed saving, I had to be the one to do it. The drive to the warehouse stretched on, every red light feeling longer than the last, every block crawling by like time itself was dragging its feet. My heartbeat was loud and uneven in my chest, rising fast with each second, enough that I could barely make out the low hum of the car engine underneath it. By the time I reached the

CHAPTER 63DAMIEN’S POVI groaned against her lips, gripping her waist as she pressed herself against me. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Her fingers curled into my shirt, yanking it over my head.The fabric barely hit the floor before she started moving again, her hands roaming all over my chest, tracing the hard lines and the heat of my skin in a hurry, like a starved little kitten.I caught her wrists, holding them still as I fought back the urge to burst into laughter."Slow down, sweetheart," I said, my voice rough and uneven. "Let me take my time with you."She shuddered when I kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, trailing down to her throat. My lips brushed against her racing pulse."I almost lost you tonight," I murmured, my teeth scraping lightly over her skin. “Do you know what that did to me?”She exhaled shakily. "I’m here now.""Yeah, you are," I said as my fingers slid down, undoing the button of her jeans. "And I plan on reminding you exactly who yo

CHAPTER 65 DAMIEN'S POV Van Allen Holdings: “Your leaked documents indicate discrepancies. Our legal team will be reviewing.” Bancroft & Sons: “Considering the current instability, we are reassessing our partnership.” And the press? They were having a fucking field day, spinning every theory they could and throwing my name into all of them. The Sterling-Olivier deal had made headline news. Stocks were swinging like a pendulum, and every analyst with a keyboard had something to say. The door swung open. Madison walked in with her tablet, eyes focused, even if the circles under them said she hadn’t slept. "Sir, I sent out an internal email." I raised a brow. "And?" "Everyone is working overtime. No complaints." Damn right. They should be. She swiped across her screen and tilted it slightly in my direction, her other hand gripping the tablet tighter than usual. “We have another problem.” I let out a dry laugh. “Of course we do.” She glanced up briefly, her shoulders tight. “

CHAPTER 67 NARRATOR The executive boardroom at Sterling Corp was suffocating. The heavy scent of coffee, stress, and quiet desperation clung to the air. Damien Sterling stood at the head of the long mahogany table, his expression carved from stone as his executives scrambled to contain the unfolding disaster. No one was leaving until it was handled. He had checked the reports three times. The extent of the breach was catastrophic. Files were missing. Some had been leaked to the press. Clients were furious, the stock had taken a hit, and investors were already getting restless. “Update me,” Damien said, his voice like a blade. Everyone straightened. The Head of Finance was the first to speak. “We’ve identified the missing files. The breach happened through a remote access point. Which means this wasn’t external hacking—it came from the inside.” “Which department?” He exhaled sharply. “Primarily R&D and Strategic Development. Project Titan’s early drafts and Fortress’s legal fram

CHAPTER 69 DAMIEN’S POV The war was over. Sterling Corp was still standing, the lights on, doors open, like it hadn’t come close to breaking. I was still on my feet too, but only because I hadn’t stopped moving long enough to fall. The second I walked into my office, the exhaustion hit me hard. My legs slowed down, my shoulders dropped, and suddenly I could feel every hour I hadn’t slept. Madison sat in the chair across from my desk, elbow propped on the armrest, fingers pressed to her temple. Her jacket was half off one shoulder, hair pulled back loose. She didn’t speak, just looked at me, worn down in all the same places. “Send a memo,” I said, rubbing my hand over my face before pushing it through my hair. “Everyone who stayed in it till the end gets a $1,000 bonus. Effective immediately." She raised an eyebrow, barely. A flicker of something, maybe surprise, flashed for a second, but she didn’t push. “Consider it done,” she said, already turning toward her screen. “And Madi