All Chapters of Billionaire King's Heiress : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The way the grey and brown colours of the painting gave a depressing feel didn't uplift Michael's mood as much as he thought it would. In his opinion, it was a basic painting- a woman standing in front of a thatched house, dressed in a flowing torn grey gown, holding a hand over her arm, her long black hair flowing in the invisible wind. The trees were pretty much wet and had a dull shade of deep green, while the branches looked so fragile that a push would break the tree entirely. The whole painting was smeared, making it look like a faded memory in general. A sad, faded memory to be precise.Michael stared vividly at it, studying it closer. Collecting paintings was his thing, and he had thought he was lucky that an auction was happening just as he needed something to take his mind off the previous night's event.But here he was, staring at this exact painting, thinking of no other person than Diane. For some reason, that was what the painting reminded him of. That was all he could

Ethan was Michael's cousin, and she wasn't going to say they had the closest relationship. But a Belmont was still a Belmont no matter what.Diane could only picture his face on the day Michael had given her the divorce papers, which she had signed and handed over to Ethan, pleading with him to help her beg Michael. But Ethan had only taken the papers and looked away.For her, the main questions were how he managed to know she was here and why he was meeting up with her. It wasn't going to be that he turned up for a date? Right?"Can I sit?" He asked, pointing at the seat opposite hers."No, you may not.""Fair enough," He replied, then pulled the seat out and helped himself, all while Diane's mouth fell open at the audacity. Surely being rude was a Belmont thing, and this was just a confirmation."You're interfering with my dates and I dislike that." She told him, resting her back on her seat and crossing her legs below the table."I won't be long, trust me," Ethan said, then cleared

The mumbling got louder, and Diane could feel Ryan's eyes boring holes into her face from the side. She watched Michael slowly turn to her. And when their eyes finally met, she held it, not breaking the contact once."Who's bidding against a Belmont?" The woman who had placed the first bid asked, glancing over her shoulder to look at Diane. "Isn't that the Deveraux Heiress?" The woman's friend asked, and gasps occurred from different sides of the auction hall.For Michael, it came as a surprise to him. Diane was the last person he had expected to attend this auction, and he wondered if it was because she remembered he collected Lewis Crown's paintings and she was just here to annoy him. He had been collecting this artwork for more than five years, and even though he had other collections, this one seemed to hold a special place in his heart and, as such was really important to him. He saw her expressionless face, staring back at him coldly, and he ignored her, turning back to the

Michael had spent the night in his office. It was one of those things he did on one of those days that felt like it. One of those days when he felt like isolating himself and clearing his head while convincing himself he was just working overtime and making himself more productive. Little empty cups of coffee occupied the small of his table, which he had used to make sure he stayed up all night. The sun was out now, and it was the weekend. He decided to go home, freshen up, take a nap if his mind allowed and go to the Chess club later on. He left the office with Bernard, his assistant, who drove him everywhere and as soon as they got into the car, Bernard turned to him. "Are we headed to the main family quarters or your private residence?" Michael ran Bernard a look that suggested he Bernard sounded like he was starting to forget his job in little pieces. "My private residence." He answered instead. Belmont as a whole owned their own large estate, which was the biggest in midtow

"What's the problem, Diane dear?" Mr Martins asked. "Is everything okay over there?" She glared at Michael, who hid a smirk and sipped from his glass cup. "Yes, Diane. What is the problem?" He asked, feigning confusion. "Have I offended you in any way? I assumed we were only getting to know ourselves."Diane wanted to punch the stars out his eyes. She wanted to punch that silly smirk off his mouth, which he was hiding. His sharp handsomely distracting features made her annoyed all the more, and left for her, she would have been out of this dinner the moment he walked in. "I - I was just telling him to stop talking so much. Haha." She said with forced laughter, trying to play it off. "It's no big deal.""Oh dear, you had us scared for a while there," One of the women laughed, and others agreed. Mr Martins laughed now, "Oh, I had no idea Mr Belmont was such a talker.""Me neither," Diane answered, bringing her glass cup to her mouth and taking a sip out of it. The embarrassment sta