All Chapters of A private deal with the billionaire ceo: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The day had been too bright for my liking. The kind of day where the sunlight seemed to mock you. It was so warm and too golden. Abel had convinced me that we needed a break from the grind, a “normal” day, whatever that meant anymore. So now, I found myself on the sprawling green of the golf range just outside the city, with Abel, Alice, and Ruby.The sky was pale and endless, the faint hum of cicadas blended with laughter from nearby players. Alice’s voice carried lightly across the breeze as she teased Abel for missing another swing. Ruby leaned back against the wooden bench, sipping lemonade, her eyes twinkling with amusement.I stood a few feet away, half-watching, half-lost in my own thoughts. I had to admit… This was nice. The sound of Abel swearing under his breath, the girls laughing. It was the kind of joy I hadn’t felt in a long time.“Still better than last time,” I said dryly, smirking when Abel straightened and threw me a mock glare.“You’d think being a commander means I

(Emma’s POV)The first thing I heard was water.It wasn’t the river this time or the violent rush that had swallowed me whole but a steady, mechanical trickle echoing through the stillness. I could hear a small drip, then a beep. Then another beep.My throat felt dry, my chest heavy. When I tried to open my eyes, the light stabbed at my vision like a blade.Where am I?The ceiling above me was a plain white. I turned my head slightly and pain shot through my neck. A faint groan escaped my lips before I could stop it.That sound drew movement from outside and a door opened, and footsteps hurried closer.“Oh, thank God,” a voice gasped softly. A woman, older, trembling with relief. “You’re awake.”I blinked again, trying to focus. The woman came into view as she moved closer. She had silver hair, kind eyes creased at the corners, worry etched deep into her features.“Who…” I croaked, the word scraping painfully out of my throat.The woman’s hand trembled as she reached out and brushed m

The question seemed to wound him. His jaw tightened, but his reply came calmly, his tone steady. “You just look like someone I knew.”Something about the way he said it made me hesitate. There was sadness there. Longing, even.“Oh,” I said awkwardly, offering a polite smile. “I get that a lot, I think.”He didn’t answer, just watched me for a moment longer before giving a tight nod. “Sorry to bother you.”He turned slightly as if to leave, and yet for a fleeting second, I felt something tug deep inside me, something I didn’t understand. Like I should know him. As if I’d seen those eyes somewhere before and felt those hands before.But that was impossible.“Wait,” I started, but the words died in my throat. What would I even say?He was already walking away, his tall frame disappearing into the crowd.I stood there, frozen, the noise of the market dulling around me. My chest ached in a strange, unfamiliar way. My palms felt cold.That man’s presence had been like stepping into one of m

(Emma's POV)I was pissed.Two days ago, I applied for a job at a café downtown. It was a little place called Velvet Bean, where the smell of roasted coffee spilled onto the sidewalk and the baristas always looked too cheerful for that hour of the morning. I dressed nice, smiled, and tried to sound confident even though my stomach was twisted into knots. The manager, a chubby guy with a greasy mustache, had barely looked at my résumé before his eyes dropped to my chest.And now, I’d just gotten an email saying the position had already been filled.Then why the hell did that pervert let me stand there while he ogled me like a damn menu item?I kicked the corner of my small wooden table, instantly regretting it when pain shot through my toe. “Stupid asshole,” I muttered, grabbing my cold cup of coffee.If I’d known he was going to waste my time, I would’ve stabbed his beady eyes out with a pencil.My morning had only gone downhill from there.The call with Evelyn was torture.She’d bee

(Emma's POV)I balanced the phone between my shoulder and ear as I scrubbed at a coffee stain on my counter. Evelyn’s voice chirped through the receiver, cheerful as always.“So, how’s the new job? Don’t tell me you’ve quit already.”I laughed, though it came out tired. “No, I haven’t quit. It’s… going well.”That was a lie, sort of. It wasn’t bad, just not what I’d imagined when I thought of ‘new beginnings.’ The work at Burger Haven wasn’t exactly glamorous, but at least it was work. In a day, I’d memorized the menu, managed to survive the lunch rush, and no longer panicked every time the cash register beeped at me like an angry robot. So, progress.“That’s good to hear,” Evelyn said, her tone softening with relief. “I was beginning to worry you’d start job-hopping. You’ve got to find somewhere to settle, Emma. Routine is important.”“I know, I know.” I rinsed the rag, wringing it out with one hand. “I’m trying.”There was a pause on her end. I could almost see her lips pursing as s