All Chapters of I PAID A BILLIONAIRE FOR A NIGHT : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41Blake’s POVMy mum's call came in just as I was finishing a meeting with a lawyer. I tried to ignore her, but by the time I finished the meeting and fished out my phone, I had so many missed calls from her that I knew ignoring her would only make it worse. Especially considering the fact that she rarely called multiple times unless it was important, and this was definitely not because she wants to know how I'm doing and I already had a sense of what this was about even before I called her back.“Blake, we need to talk in person, it's important.”I closed my eyes briefly, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Let me guess,” I replied dryly. “This is about dad and Danielle, isn't it?”There was a pause on the other end of the line and it confirmed my suspicion. “I just want you to meet me at the café on Fifth, I’m already here waiting for you.”A sigh escaped my lips but I couldn't say no to my mum, so an hour later, I was seated across from her in a quiet corner of the upscale co

Chapter 43Arya’s POVI climbed up to the rooftop and finally let out a deep breath as I took in the sight of the street before me and inhaled the fresh air. I took a few steps forward until I got to the edge, the coldness from the railings entering me and calming my racing thoughts.“It's fine…I'm fine,” I chanted in my head. I needed to get away from that hall and collect my thoughts, but now that I was up here I didn't want to go down anymore. The night was cool and I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, letting the wind comb through my hair, Time to go face the music once more I guess. I relaxed my shoulders and was about to turn back after almost ten minutes when I heard footsteps behind me.I straightened instinctively, my shoulders tensing from years of experience. Derek used to chide me for distancing myself during parties, and I was expecting the same or something similar from Blake, but when I turned, it wasn't him standing there.Danielle stood there with a carefully a

Chapter 45Arya’s POVI cried quietly in the back seat of the cab, my head turned toward the window so the driver wouldn’t see my reflection. The city lights blurred into long, trembling streaks, their colours melting together the same way my thoughts did as Blake's words replayed in my mind again and again.“You would be rotting in a prison cell right now. And if you breach that contract, you will give birth to your child behind bars.”I tried to get the words out of my mind but I couldn't, and I pressed my fingers into my palm until the sting grounded me, but even pain couldn’t drown out his voice.I really believed Blake was different. Somewhere along the way, I had let myself think that under the cold control and sharp edges was a man who would never stoop to Derek's level, but that illusion was shattered tonight, and the realisation hurt far more than I wanted to admit.At least I didn't tell him the truth about the baby. If I had told him the baby was his, if I had placed that k

Chapter 47 Arya’s POV I was already used to the stares and whispers that followed me whenever I got to the workshop, so I wasn't even surprised anymore when it happened. For the first few days they had cut deeply, but now they were just… noise. Ugly, persistent noise that I had neither the energy nor the patience to fight anymore, so I just kept my head down and my hands busy. My phone pinged and I picked it up to see a text from Janette. ‘You have to see this now!!’ followed by the link to an article. My blood ran cold when I opened it and saw what it said. Apparently, I had embezzled the McClains’ company funds, slept my way into their family, and — my personal favourite — set a coffee shop on fire years ago just to catch Grandma Cecilia’s attention and corner my way into marriage. I almost laughed at that part. I read it multiple times before closing my phone and stared at the workshop ceiling for a long time Adulteress, gold digger, fraudster, arsonist…If only pe

Chapter 49Arya’s POV“This isn't working,” I thought to myself as I stared at the iPad I was working on. I had been staring at the same curve on my screen for nearly ten minutes, but my mind stubbornly refused to settle even though my hands continued to work out of habit. The car design in front of me was meant to feel bold with sleek lines and aggressive angles, but no matter how many times I tried to design it, I couldn't concentrate.I exhaled slowly and leaned back in my chair, rolling my shoulders in an attempt to ease the tension that had settled there, to no avail. Work was usually my refuge, the one place where the noise in my head quieted enough for me to think clearly, but today, my thoughts refused to be contained. They kept drifting and circling back to the same thing I had been trying not to dwell on since that afternoon…Blake’s mother.I shook my head and turned back to the screen, forcing myself to focus, but then a knock sounded at my door, distracting me again.Bla