All Chapters of I PAID A BILLIONAIRE FOR A NIGHT : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11(Blake’s POV)For whatever reason, the food tasted sour in my mouth this night. I was lost in thoughts and just picked at it, barely eating anything.“What’s going on, Blakey? Are you okay?” My mum asked in a soft tone, jolting me back to reality.“Yeah. I’m just not hungry.” I said.“Why? Is something troubling you? I told you acquiring that Formula 1 Race team wasn’t a smart idea. How are you ever going to polish a team like that that’s known for failure?” My dad asked, taking a sip of his wine.Janelle, my half-sister and archenemy, sighed. “That’s why I suggested for him to run the branch in Canada, instead of going into Formula 1 racing, but as usual, no one listened to me,” she said, between a mouthful of pasta.“Everyone knows the only reason you suggested that was to get me out of the way,” I retorted.She looked offended by my accusation and placed her fork down to stare daggers at me from across the table. “I was simply concerned about my baby brother. Clearly, yo

Chapter 13(Blake's POV)“I can’t believe those fools had the audacity to treat me like a common criminal,” I said, adjusting my tie as I walked into the office.Tucker followed behind me. “If you hadn’t insisted on hiding your identity, they wouldn’t have rough-handled you in the first place,” he said, slamming the door shut.“It’s my father. He believes this project is doomed for disaster. If I reveal who I am, then everyone would find out that Donovan Automotive Group isn’t just partnering with an investor, but is actually the brain behind this whole project. You know how he is; he hates being associated with failure. I am sure he already regrets the partnership as it is already,” I explained.Tucker pulled a seat and sat down. “I understand. If I may ask, sir, what do we do about Ms Sinclair now that it’s clear she isn’t coming back?” He asked.I heaved a deep sigh. “I think we should give it some time. In the meantime, the workers can continue from where she left off,” I instruct

Chapter 15(Arya’s POV)Grandma Cecilia’s beauty shone through even in her old age. She had long silver-grey hair, enjoyed adorning herself in luxury, was a vegetarian and she had the kindest heart. When Derek’s parents died in an accident when he was nine, she raised him all by herself and might have showered him with too much affection so as not to feel the loss of his parents which was probably why he turned out to be the way he was. In fact, each and every one of the family members had despicable traits to say the least. She was the only exception.About five years ago, she fell down a flight of stairs and had remained trapped in a wheelchair ever since then, but it didn’t stop her from overseeing every aspect of her company and doing her charity work. She was just basically an angel without wings.“I will never forget that day,” Grandma Cecilia started as we sat at the dining table while the servants loaded the table with exquisite continental and intercontinental dishes.“Here w

Chapter 17(Arya’s POV)I had fallen asleep to the classical music playing on the stereo as Blake drove the car from Janette’s firm down a residential road which was calm and away from the hustle and bustle of New York City.“Arya, Arya,” Blake’s voice called softly, sounding like music to my ears.Slowly, my eyes opened and I yawned tiredly, staring blankly at the unfamiliar environment.“Where are we?” My voice dragged, as I looked up at Blake who leaned into the passenger seat from outside.“Home,” he replied.He reached forward and undid my seatbelt then helped me gently out of the car. He then led the way and I followed behind him as fast as my legs could take me, forgetting I was putting on heels.My legs wobbled and I almost fell, but Blake was quick to turn around and put his arms around me, preventing me from falling.“Easy,” he said.“Thank you,” I told him with a small smile.“Can you manage on your own?” He asked, and I nodded repeatedly.He gently let me go and went ahead

Chapter 19.Arya's pov Two days had passed since we began working nonstop on the cars, and by the time I straightened up from the workbench, my entire body ached in places I didn’t even know existed. I rolled my shoulders back slowly and stretched my arms above my head, letting out a tired sigh as my joints cracked softly.They were blueprints spread out in front of me, covered in weird writing and grease. Small corrections had been made along the way. Some tools lay scattered around the bench, each one has been used repeatedly over the past two days. The stress had been overwhelming, but somehow, we had made it through.The cars were finally ready for test drives.I looked around the workshop, my eyes landing on my fellow team members. They all looked exhausted, but there was a sense of satisfaction clearly on their faces. Despite the pressure and the limited breaks, they had shown up fully and supported the work every step of the way. They were hardly complaints, and no one backed