All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S SMASH BODY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nathan had expected Eloise to blow off Donald's ears with shouts, surprisingly they made breakfast well. Donald diligently followed her instructions, after all the Pancakes were Nathan's favorite.Donald caught himself staring at Eloise as she went on and on about how she thought he'd be a cold and rude person since he owned such a big company. He really envied Nathan, he truly wished he had a family to call his own.By the time evening came, the clouds that had darkened gave way and rain began to fall in steady sheets against the windows. and thunder rumbled low in the distance.Eloise peeked through the curtain and sighed. “You two aren’t going anywhere in this weather.” she said. Nathan looked up from where he sat on the couch. “It’s just rain.” he rolled his eyes. "We can drive back."“Nope.” She tossed a throw pillow at him. “It’s a storm, and it's very dangerous to drive in it. You’re staying the night, I won’t argue.”Donald chuckled from the kitchen, drying the last plate th

After shopping, they dropped off Eloise before returnimg to Donalds home. For the first time since Nathan met Donald Ervin, the man looked tired amd downcast.Not the polished, unshakable CEO everyone saw in the boardrooms. Not the confident billionaire who handled crisis like a game of chess. But a man—one carrying the weight of something slowly falling apart. His company!They sat in Donald’s car as it pulled up in front of the private hospital. The rain had finally stopped but every where was still mushy and cold.Donald hadn’t spoken much since the second call from his office. Eloise had noticed too so she kept mute.“Three stores have shut down all together. Sales dropped by twenty percent overnight,” he had said quietly earlier. “Investors are nervous. Some are pulling out because they're scared of losing their money.”Nathan had seen people scared, but seeing it in donald made his heart ache.“You built all this from scratch, didn’t you?” Nathan asked.Donald nodded slowly. “Af

Donald walked into the hotel, with Nathan carrying the bags following closely behind. They'd spent hours driving round town just to lose the man who had been tailing them all night. Since he'd checked them in, Donald had said nothing. He unlocked the door, and entered. Donald put his bag onto the bed that was close to the window, sat down, and immediately brought out his laptop.Nathan stood for a moment, watching him, then quietly closed the door. This man had become a shadow of himself. He hated this. And the cause of this was Zarek .Donald’s fingers moved over the keyboard as he logged into his company's emails. His face, already pale from stress, drained more color when he saw the messages there. He tap on them one by one, it kept coming, never ending. Each one was worse compared to the last.Their stocks were dropping fast. Investors were pulling out. His name—his company’s name—was being ripped apart in numbers and words. The news was all over the internet, and nobody wante

The police arrived in minutes, their boots heavy against the hotel carpet as they stepped into the room. "I hope you're not hurt," One of the police asked, and he shook his head. Aside from a little cut when he'd tried to grab the knife, he was fine.The police officer turned to the lady who was still yelling and cursing in a language which sounded like mandarin or taiwanese."Take her away," Two officers took the woman away in handcuffs while another stayed behind to take Nathan’s statement.Nathan told them everything. The attack, the connection to Zarek, and the fact that Donald had been asleep through all of it. His voice was calm, steady, but inside he was still burning from what had happened at the club.Donald was still fast asleep, unaware of the fact that he'd almost lost his life.“I want to file for a restraining order against Zarek,” Nathan added firmly.The officer nodded, jotting it down. “We’ll get that started right away. You’ll be contacted when it’s processed.” he i

The next few hours brought untold joy to Donald as he went through his phone. His phone began to buzz with good news—stocks climbing again, investors returning, cautious but willing to talk. At first, he thought it was just luck, but then little details slipped through.He reached out to someone who got him the playstation and had it delivered to the house.By the next evening, a sleek black box sat on the dining table, wrapped neatly with a silver ribbon. Nathan eyed it suspiciously when he sat down at the table to eat, and it was right next to his plate.“What’s this?” he poked the box like it'd suddenly grow fangs and bite him.“Open it,” Donald said,a smile on his face."Why should I do that?" His eyes moved from the box to Donald's face. Eloise, who was dying to see his reaction when he saw it spoke up."Just open the god-damned box, have a look and stop asking way too many questions."Nathan glared at her then reached down to the box. He tore the ribbon and lifted the lid. His e