All Chapters of The Billionaires Game : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lucy’s POVSitting at the center table, close to the window, I could see everything. We sat up in the big room with Shane smiling widely at me.“Why are you smiling?” I asked, pushing the fork into my salad.“Can’t I smile?” he responded.“I didn’t say you can’t. It’s just…” the word left my mind before I could finish.“Odd?” he asked, looking at me. I nodded and he continued. “It’s not odd to smile while having lunch with someone you love.”“Hmmm. That sounds cheesy.”“Is it? I was thinking I was doing less,” he said.“This isn’t less.”“Then should I do more?” he asked, widening his eyes like a child, and I smacked his hand.He laughed. It was pure and interesting, and I wanted to listen to it every day.My heart danced at the sound of it, then from the corner of my eyes, I noticed a figure that scared me to my bones.My temperature rose that second and I froze. Shane noticed my mood and looked at me. “Lucy, what’s wrong?” he asked gently.I looked away, pretending I had seen nothin

Lucy’s POV His lips pressed harder into mine, and I swore the world spun in reverse. I forgot everything else, the seat belt, the car and even breathing. Lord, help me. This man was draining me, but in a delicious way. My fingers clutched tightly to his shirt as his kiss got hungrier. When he finally broke away, I gasped for air, staring at him like he had just stolen the last piece of chocolate on earth. “Don’t you ever tease me again,” I warned, though my voice sounded more like a beg than a threat. He grinned, cocky as ever. “You sure about that? Because you look like you enjoyed it.” I slapped his chest again, and he caught my wrist before it landed a second time. “Lucy, if you keep doing that, I might actually believe you like putting your hands on me.” “Don’t flatter yourself, pretty boy.” “Oh, I don’t need to. You’re doing that for me.” He leaned back casually, that smirk tugging at his lips like he owned the entire world. “Admit it—you wanted me just as much as I want y

Lucy’s POVThe ride back to Melissa’s place was quiet. I pressed my forehead to the cold window, with my arms crossed tight against my chest. I refused to look at Shane. If I did, I knew my anger would rise again, and honestly, I was saving my voice for Melissa.He didn’t talk back either. Not one word. He sat beside me in the back seat like a quiet, harmless, puppy. Too bad he wasn't exactly harmless. His thigh brushed mine, and I swallowed. I liked his warmth but I wasn't giving in. Don’t give in, Lucy. Don’t.The car slowed, then came to a stop in front of Melissa’s building. My pulse kicked up. Without waiting for Shane, I yanked the door handle and slid out. My heels clicked hard against the pavement as I marched to the entrance.Behind me, Shane’s steps followed calmly like a body guard.I climbed the narrow staircase two at a time like a hopping frog and pressed Melissa’s door buzzer and seconds later, the door clicked open. Melissa stood there, her hair messy, eyes red like

Meredith's POV I didn't know what was more cold. The night air or the man I called to help me out. He was Raymond. The devil I didn't think I would need. His smirk made me want to die. “Hello, darling. You look ravishing.”His hands reached for me and I squirmed away. “Keep your hands to yourself.”“Sweetie. I can't. I used to have that body all to myself until….” His eyes strayed to my face. “You chose to disappear without a word.”“I needed a change. You were sickening.”“Hmph,” he said silently and stretched out his hand and one of his men brought out a cigarette. My driver was visibly shaken. He hadn't expected to be caught up in this. I nodded to him and said. “You can leave.”“But Ma'am. I am supposed to take you back.”“I'll find my way back. Leave,” I said calmly. But the old man remained still. “I'm afraid I can't, Ma'am. Your son would have my head if I don't return with you.”Raymond lit his cigarette and blew a smoke then laughed. “Ah, you have a son.”I gave Raymond t

Shane's POV“Can you believe him?” Lucy's voice rose. “He's such a ….”She was struggling to find the words in her anger, and I sat still, watching her.“I can't believe he would go that far.” Then she scoffed. “I mean, I should, since the only thing he's been trying to do since I came into this house is kill me or you.”“And all that nonsense about Melissa helping him set me up with you in that hotel is just crazy. He's trying to pin everything on her.”“What if he's telling the truth?” I asked.“What?” Lucy said, looking at me, surprised.“What if he's not lying,” I repeated calmly.“How can you say that?” Lucy asked, her voice going softer.“Look at it this way,” I began. “You were brought to the party by Melissa, were you not?”“Yes, but she's…”“How long have you two been friends?” I asked, cutting her words off.“A couple of years. We lost contact for a while, then met again over a year ago at the audition center for Zhao's film.”“I see,” I said calmly. “Did you get it?”“Well,