Todos los capítulos de Her Forbidden Deal With The Billionaire: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

“Ian, I’m home!” Emily called as she entered, dropping her keys on the kitchen counter.Not that she expected a response. The five-million-dollar condo swallowed her voice before it could reach the living room. Los Angeles, heart of the city, close to the best clubs and nightlife—everything Ian wanted.If it were up to her, they’d live in a small apartment in the Valley. Something quiet. Something theirs.But nothing had been up to her since she was arranged to Ian Hunter three years ago. In all that time, he’d never once touched her. Not the way a man should touch his wife.Tonight was their third wedding anniversary.Tonight, she was going to change that.She’d made reservations at Havana Homes—the most exclusive resort in California. Ian loved their lobster. And if he wasn’t in the mood to go out, she had a backup plan hidden beneath her coat.Her heart leapt with anticipation, a nervous flutter in her chest as she moved down the hallway toward his office. “Ian? Are you home?”That

The air reeked of sweat and sex.The sounds—raw, primal—made Emily’s stomach twist.“You animals!” Emily’s voice cracked as she screamed. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor.Only then did they notice her.Ian stopped and turned, chest heaving, his face flushed and damp with sweat.“Of course.” He didn’t even bother to look ashamed. “Just like you to ruin everything.”Ian pulled on his pants and walked to the nightstand, retrieving a manila envelope.“I’ve been waiting to give you this.” He tossed it at Emily’s feet.She didn’t move.“Pick it up,” he said coldly.Emily’s hands trembled as she opened it. Divorce papers. His signature already there, dated yesterday.Yesterday. Immediately after Grandma Hilda died.He’d been planning this.“Sign it,” Ian said, “or I’ll make sure your father goes to jail for the money you still owe me.”Emily’s breath caught. “You said you’d forgiven that debt.”“I lied.” He smiled. “I have it all documented. Every cent you ‘invested’ in my

“Start by telling me who you really are.” Scott’s voice left no room for negotiation.Emily’s heart hammered against her ribs. She’d made her move impulsively, without thinking it through. She shouldn’t have been at the will reading at all, but Simon said Hilda requested she be there as a witness. Hilda must have thought she’d still be married to her grandson.“Let me guess.” Scott’s jaw tightened. “They sent you to get information about me. You work for Ian Hunter.”Disappointment flickered across his face.Emily’s stomach twisted at the thought that he believed she worked for the man who’d ruined her life.“He’s my ex-husband,” she blurted. “The one I told you about at the bar.”Scott went completely still. For a second, his calm mask cracked—shock widening his eyes before he recovered, his expression smoothing back into controlled suspicion.“How do I know you’re not lying?” He leaned back, studying her. “That this isn’t all part of some elaborate setup?”Emily’s mind raced. “As

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Scott’s gaze bore into the guard. “Or does he have to do it for you?” He gestured to Gerry. Gerry moved his arms from his sides and locked them in front, a silent threat. The guard released Emily’s arm. It was too late to play it cool—the whole lobby was watching now. He hadn’t planned to be so vocal, but when he’d seen Emily surrounded, a security guard’s hand on her arm, something unexplainable and uncontrollable had shifted in him. He’d spoken before he’d even registered Ian’s presence. “Wife?” Ian threw his head back and laughed. “I mean I knew you were slow, I didn’t think you were straight-up mentally impaired” Scott ignored him, adjusted his suit, and headed straight for Emily. Gerry followed. “Are you okay?” He touched her face gently. The pain in her eyes was unmistakable. She nodded. A feeling rose in Scott—not pity. No. Anger toward whoever had put that look there. He turned to face Ian and the woman beside him. Who he figured was

“Scott is Ian’s half-brother and also rightful heir to the Hunter Legacy.” Her throat tightened. “He’s new in town.” Confusion flickered across her parents’ faces. She had no better way to explain it. “Scott, this is my mom and dad—Ruth and Thomas Everson.” She looked at Scott from the corner of her eye, still avoiding his gaze. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Everson.” “Oh, just call me Ruth. The pleasure is ours.” Her mom smiled warmly at Scott. “Let’s get you refreshed.” She stood and headed to the kitchen. “You have five minutes to explain… this.” Thomas gestured between Emily and Scott. “Grandma Hilda is dead.” His eyes widened, then relaxed. “I was going to tell you, but I’ve been really busy.” Emily swallowed. “The funeral was a couple days ago. I knew you wouldn’t come, so I didn’t bother—” “You’re right about that.” Thomas cut her off. He downed his drink and refilled the glass. “The Hunters are bad luck, We don’t care for any of them.” He shot a look