All Chapters of The Billionaires Game : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Shane’s POVLeaning back on the couch with my eyes fixed on the steaming mug of hot chocolate, mom had made for me.She came with a plate of chips and sat in the armchair across from me, knitting a small scarf slowly.“Since when did you do that?” I asked, breaking the silence and picking up the coffee.“It became a hobby when I got lonely. One of the few things you pick up when you get old.”“Seems boring to me,” I argued, tasting the sweet chocolate on my tongue. It felt heavenly.I picked up a biscuit and bit into it. It was refreshing, soothing my taste with the chocolate drink.She smiled, watching me and paused her knitting. “It's good, isn't it?”I nodded curtly and kept eating. There was no way I was talking and risking the bits falling on my clothes.It felt good to be with her again and I found myself drowning in the thoughts of a happily ever after with her in it.She looked out the window and sighed. It was dark and the building lights gave a mild view.“I had no idea the

Lucy’s POV I felt happy walking into the trailer. It smelled faintly of hairspray, coffee and ninety percent of my growing anxiety and excitement. It was weird how I could feel a lot of emotions at the same time. I strolled over to the edge of the vinyl chair, clutching the paper cup Melissa had shoved into my hand earlier. There was hot coffee on the paper cup and I kept sipping despite the after burn on my tongue. As long as it satisfied my taste buds, I was good to go. I stepped out of the trailer, still holding the hot cup of coffee, desperately trying to hide my shaking hands. Melissa was busy at the corner chatting with a fellow actress and they looked like they were going good at it. She leaned against the trailer with one hand, losing unexpectedly with the wind acting extra effects as a paid actor on her hair. I kept drinking my coffee and soon finished it. To hide my nervousness, I picked up a script from God knows where and began reading the lines. It was funny, and wei

Lucy's POV Was he out of his damn mind? My eyes flashed at him but he remained glued to the spot. I needed to get out of here and fast. “Dwayne, are you serious?” I asked, shocked that he followed me when I moved. I began to get scared and searched for an escape route with my eyes but found none. It was a dead end. “Just tell me. What's so hard about that?” I tried to steady my breathing, backing away from Dwayne as his frame loomed closer. His eyes locked on mine like he could rip the truth out of me if I didn’t spit it out. “Answer me, Lucy,” he demanded, his voice going low. It was the kind of tone that could make anyone else shake, but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction. I stepped back again, feeling my shoulders hit the edge of the wall. My heart thudded painfully in my chest. “Move. I don’t owe you anything.” “You’re lying,” he pressed, his gaze sharp as knives. “You’ve been sneaking off, and hiding things. It looks fishy.” I clenched my jaw, refusing to crack.

Lucy's POV“Ignore her, she's probably having a bad day,” I said to myself every time Petra glared at me.Sometimes, she appeared to be chill, but other times I thought I was thinking too much about it.I told myself I was imagining it until the day it happened. That was the two days after while we were filming a complicated scene of a group dinner. The camera kept circling the table which meant every tiny movement mattered.The whole set was tense. It was the first of the last four episodes. The director was tense, his voice clipped. Petra, seated beside me, kept missing her mark. She would turn too early, and speak the wrong line.“Petra,” the director said, for the fifth time, “you have to wait for the cue. Otherwise the dialogue would overlap. I need you to concentrate. Okay?”But instead of accepting, she argued. “I am waiting.”The director's voice cautioned her. “You’re not. Roll again.”By the eighth take, she slammed her fork down so hard the prop wine sloshed. “Darn it!”“Cu

Lucy's POVThis could not be happening to me. Who would do this? I hadn't made any enemies except Petra and….Oh no. She wouldn't. Melissa wouldn't betray me like this. She could be angry at me, lash out but she wouldn't.But she might have. Didn't she tell Petra about my secret and now it was out in the open. I glanced back at the phone too startled to speak.“Ma’am,” James called again and my gaze slowly rose to meet his.He took one look at me and then sighed. But then I noticed something for the window. A group of people were running towards us and….“Is that the paparazzi?” I whispered.James turned to where I was looking and immediately twisted the car keys, turning the engine on. He pressed the hand brake and wheeled the car forward, barely escaping the running people holding cameras.This was not how I expected my day to be. I sat still in the back seat, frightened. They had managed to find us despite our disguise. That couldn't have been the work of Melissa alone. She didn't