All Chapters of The Billionaires Game : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lucy’s POV I could barely sleep a wink, my head reeling with the text, and once the sun came up, I rolled out of bed, heading straight for the shower. It took me two hours to get ready, but my excitement didn’t shake for a second. By the time I had stepped out, Shane sat at the dining table, taking a spoonful of egg. I lightened my step, trying to sneak past him, my heart racing. “Where are you going?” He asked with a straight voice, and I froze, turning as slowly as possible. “Hey, I didn’t see you there,” I lied, giving him a wide grin, but he only stared back. “Yes. I’m positive you didn’t. Take a seat.” My heart raced, and I glanced at the door. This psycho was going to make me late. “Well, you see, I have somewhere to—” I tried to explain, but I only needed another glare from him to shut up. I trudged to my seat, my movements robotic. Jasmine, the housekeeper, brought an extra plate, and if I didn’t know any better, I would say she was trying to keep in a laugh.

Lucy’s POV The rest of my days went on without a hiccup. I was so bored I would win a staring contest with a bag of potatoes. That sounded like an exaggeration, but it wasn’t. I had workers, yes. But they innately spoke to me. Probably too scared of Shane. After my lunch, I read a bunch of books I found in the library. By the time I placed the last book down, it was already past sunset. My eyes widened, and I left the library, running towards mine when my ears caught a familiar voice. Shane was home? How long have I been reading? I turned to look down the stairs. He took off his suit jacket, and my mouth watered at his back muscles. Oh my, the things he would— I shook my head, pushing the naughty thoughts, and as if sensing my eyes on him, Shane turned back. Feeling awkward, I gave him a massive grin, turning to walk away. “Stop,” his voice echoed through the house, and I froze, cursing under my breath. “Yes?” With a stiff face, I turned, looking down at him. “Come down

Lucy’s Pov I stared at him in shock. “What? You said I could spend any amount I wanted. You gave me a black card, and I used it,” I muttered, growing defensive. Shane turned to the side, letting out a scoff. Normally I would reply with something more sassy, at least to match the attitude, but I was way too nervous. If he wanted me to pay back the money we had spent, I might as well risk robbing a bank, because there was no fucking way we could come up with that amount in a short period. Heck, we couldn’t even come up with it if we sold most of our organs. “So what’s the matter?” I asked, eyeing him. Shane’s lips curled into a smile, and he took a step closer. I took one back, noting where this was going. He was acting far too strange. My heart raced, and my face flushed. “What are you doing?” I breathed out, my back kissing the wall. His hands held up my jaw, and I held my breath, anticipating his next move. I felt his thumb graze my face, and slowly his hand moved to the bac

Lucy’s POV I had spent the night tossing and turning, confused about my feelings for the psycho called Shane. He acted cold towards me, but somehow I ended up having a crush on him. Yes, I finally admitted it. That was definitely a foundation for doom, but I couldn’t stop it. His relationship with that model-worthy assistant was another red flag. I couldn’t tell if he knew about it, but with how bold she was about it and how smart he was, the chances of him not knowing were close to a negative five. With a sigh, I threw on a pair of black jeans and a green tweed jacket. Sitting behind my vanity mirror, I spent the next thirty minutes curling my red hair and doing light makeup. It was one of the fastest makeup sessions I have ever had, but I was satisfied with my look. Besides, who cared? Waving goodbye to the staff, I dialled Susan’s number. If I still remembered her schedule, she would be at home trying to finish up an assignment before running to school. “Yes,” she groane

Shane’s POV I waited for an answer, but nothing came, only shallow breaths, and I was slowly going insane. She had gone to class one day, and now she was involved in a fucking smackdown. This was going to be her last fucking day visiting that college. “Are you going to say something?” I yelled, running a hand through my blond hair while Carson watched me with a confused expression. “Mr. Wilson?” A small voice called out, and I froze. That wasn’t Lucy. “Where the fuck was Lucy?” “Who is this? Why the hell are you with Lucy’s phone?” I yelled before I could control myself. Her voice shook on the other side of the line, and I let out a calming breath. “Are you friends with my fiancée? Please, I would like to speak to her,” I asked again, this time in a slightly nicer tone. Although it wouldn’t take much to sniff the stiffness underneath. She sniffled, and I felt my paranoia grow; if she was crying, this could not be good. “I’m in the hospital with her things,” she uttered, brea