All Chapters of Her Forbidden Deal With The Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11: House Of Ever

Emily rushed into her office building.Nadine stood nervously at her office entrance.“She’s inside.”“How is she?”Nadine’s expression said everything.Emily had kept Sophia Delgado—CEO of Everdale Pottery—waiting over thirty minutes.She adjusted Rosa’s dress and entered. Nadine followed.Sophia stood typing on her phone. She raised one finger without looking up, still typing with her other hand.She finished, pocketed her phone, and crossed her arms.“First, you miss our three o’clock. Then, you don’t answer emails.” Her accent was thick. European—French or Russian, Emily had never been able to figure out. “And now I wait hours in your office.”Sophia gestured dramatically at the room.“I’m—”“No.” Sophia waved a finger. “You have good track record. Is why I pardon. Is why I come.”“I understand, Mrs. Delgado. I appreciate your patience.” Emily clasped her hands apologetically. “If you’d just sit, I can explain.”Sophia moved reluctantly to a chair.“What is excuse, hm? You pregnan

Chapter 12: What A Day

“There’s nothing on there that says I can’t be this close.”God, she was beautiful.Her green eyes were the most vivid he’d ever seen. And this time, he saw desire in them. Longing.Heat coiled low in Scott’s gut.She smelled sweet—vanilla, maybe. Something that made him want to lean closer.The way she leaned back stretched the burgundy dress tight across her body, revealing every curve. Her hips. Her waist.The position of her hands opened the neckline even more. He could see the soft swell of her cleavage now.Scott’s chest tightened with want.Her curves were fuller than the dress could contain. His hands ached to test if they’d fit around—He stopped himself. Barely.Thoughts of lifting her onto his desk, kissing every inch of her, flooded his mind.He reached past her for the notepad, his hand grazing her hip. The brief contact sent heat through him.Then he stepped back before he lost control.He saw disappointment flicker in her eyes before she composed herself.She wanted it

Chapter 13: Bespoke Brides

“You kissed him four times!” Rosa said, shocked. “Three!” Rosa shot Emily a quick glance before returning her eyes to the road. “Like that matters!” Emily knew it didn’t. Every time she got in a room with Scott— She shook the thought away. “It’s never happening again,” Emily said. “Mm-hmm. You keep telling yourself that.” Rosa’s tone was pure tease. “You’re one to talk—driving twenty minutes to get laid.” “Girl, the weekend ends with the letter D.” Emily laughed. Rosa joined her, the sound filling the car. “Plus, you know it’s my only time off.” “Yeah. I know.” “I wish I could follow you to the dress fitting. Just take your time—I promise I’ll join you. It’s a quickie.” Rosa winked. “You’re rotten.” Emily was still laughing. She’d told Scott she was picking out her own dress. The wedding was just days away. She’d researched the most pristine bridal store in LA. If she was getting married, it would be on her terms. Scott had mentioned the press would be there. She had

Chapter 14: Bridal Beatdown

“This isn’t your moment. Keep walking. I got her out.” Ian finally let go of Emily.“Emily?” Scott stretched his hand toward her.Emily walked to Scott and stood at his side.Ian closed the distance. He glared at Scott.“You think she cares about you? You’re wasting your time.”Scott pulled Emily closer, his hand firm at her waist.Ian scoffed.“We were married for three years. If I want her, I can get her. Anytime I want.” His voice was sinister, eyes sliding to Emily.Scott felt Emily tense against him. He tightened his grip.“Where’s your friend? It’s time to go.”Emily glanced around, then waved at Rosa.Scott guessed she’d been watching the entire confrontation.He opened the car door. Rosa slid in, then Emily followed.Scott ignored Ian and joined them.The car pulled away.Rosa sat across from him in the limo. Emily sat beside him.“Rosa, this is Scott. Scott, Rosa.”Scott extended his hand. Rosa took it gently, smiling.“Nice to meet you.”“Same.”“How did you know where to fi

Chapter 15: Dresses

Emily woke to her phone ringing. She picked up, half-yawning.“Good morning, Nadine.”“Top of the morning, ma’am! Just wanted to inform you that Everdale will be delivering eighty-five pieces today.”“What’s the deadline for Priya Printing?” Emily stood, stretching.“They said two days.”“Perfect. Get in touch with Big Moves Logistics. Book a van for two days’ time.”“Will do, ma’am.”“Let me know if anything else comes up.”She hung up.Rosa was gone.The scent of spices from yesterday’s tikka masala still lingered in the air. So did the unresolved feelings from dinner.Emily’s mind drifted to Scott. The way he’d looked at her.She paused. Caught herself smiling.Then snapped out of it, shaking the thought away.“Don’t be foolish again,” she muttered, heading to the bathroom.It was always going to be about the inheritance. He was just using her to get to Ian.She smiled, remembering Ian’s face outside the police station.At least she was using Scott too. And it was working.Her phon

Chapter 16: The Bride

“I gotta get back to work. I’ll call later.” Rosa hung up.Emily’s face flushed hot.Jane was suing Rosa for the bridal store incident—and it was all Emily’s fault.Rosa could barely make ends meet with her job. Where was she supposed to get a hundred thousand dollars?Dread settled over Emily. The past week had been more chaotic than any she’d ever experienced.It was like Grandma Hilda had died and taken all peace and sanity with her.The car stopped.Toby stepped out and opened the door.Emily emerged and immediately spotted Scott at the base of grand stairs leading to a building that could’ve been mistaken for a museum. Old. Epic. Aesthetically stunning.She walked toward him, heart racing.She had to tell him what Jane was doing. Ian was most likely backing Jane. She hated asking for favors, but Scott was probably her only hope.“Hey” Scott said. His eyes scanned her. “Hey” Emily responded. “I’m glad you accepted my gift, you look gorgeous.”“Thank you—can we talk—.”“Is this

Chapter 17: One Hunter To Another

After the photoshoot, Scott made reservations at La Crockett.A five-star restaurant.“You shouldn’t wear tension on your face. Doesn’t suit you.”Scott said as they made their way into the restaurant. Emily ignored him.“You look beautiful, by the way.”“Thanks,” Emily said without looking at him.He’d expected her to be cold tonight. He’d managed to get her to come out with him, and that was enough.She only ever came to him when she needed his help or to spite her ex.And he was going to use every bit of that to his advantage.Scott pulled out Emily’s chair. She sat. Then he sat across from her.A waiter approached, holding a bottle of wine.“Château Margaux 2015.”He filled each glass a quarter full.“I’ll be back to take your orders.” The waiter left.Scott saw concern etched on Emily’s face.She’d been trying to tell him something at the photoshoot. But he couldn’t let her ruin the moment. Those pictures were going online.Whatever it was, she hadn’t shaken it off.“So—what’s t

Chapter 18: Sixty-Seven Venues

“This is closer to a disaster than a save.” Scott said. “Definitely cutting it close.”People scurried across his mansion grounds. Flowers were arranged in clusters along the garden path. White balloons bobbed in the breeze as staff secured them to posts.Everyone rushed like contestants on a timed game show.Scott stood by the garden with Cooper, watching Vera Green conduct the chaos like a maestro—sharp hand gestures, clipped directions, total command.“Relax,” Cooper replied. “They’ll be done in no time.”Scott had changed the location last minute. The original venue—and every other one within a hundred-mile radius—had suddenly become unavailable.“Sixty-seven different locations.” Scott’s voice was flat.“That’s—”“Bizarre, right?”“Yeah. It’s almost like someone didn’t want any weddings happening today.” Someone didn’t. And Scott knew exactly who.But how did Ian even find out?“On the bright side, Mia doesn’t have to transport the dishes.”“That’s hardly a silver lining, Coop.”

Chapter 19: Another Marriage

“Stupid piece of—” Rosa kicked the tire hard. “Today of all days.”Emily sat on the curb, arms wrapped around her knees.“Don’t you have a spare?”“I do. But fixing it myself would take forever. I ordered a repair service. They said five minutes out.”Admittedly, she was relieved the tire went flat.It gave her time to process thoughts she’d been avoiding.Her throat tightened at the thought of being married again.Then again—it was her idea.Her second marriage.To another Hunter.Another marriage devoid of love.Another marriage where she was just a transactional piece.No.Resolve hardened in her chest.Before the contract ended, she’d build her own legacy. Big enough to never depend on anyone again. Big enough to leave the “great” Hunter family behind for good.Emily pulled out her phone to text Scott she’d be late.A notification popped up.[Notification: Hanging out with #BeatdownBride]A social media post. Curiosity got the better of her. She opened it.One of the girls from th

Chapter 20: Lime Cake

Dead silence.That was two awkward moments in one minute.Emily didn’t need another sign to know she wasn’t welcome here.Scott scratched his forehead, uncomfortable.Then he turned to her. “Sorry about that.”She saw the embarrassment in his eyes.“Mr. Hunter—”Vera Green walked in and stopped when she saw Emily.“Just who I was looking for.”Vera approached. “If you’ll excuse us.” She pulled Emily away gently.Rosa followed.Vera led them down a hallway lined with framed photographs and paintings. “What was that about?” Rosa asked. “Do you know her?”“No. But I think she’s Scott’s friend. Maybe she doesn’t approve of the marriage.”Rosa kissed her teeth.“She needs to fix herself. She acted more like a jealous lover than a friend.”Rosa laughed.Emily giggled, but the humor didn’t reach her.For some reason, the thought of Scott having a jealous lover made her uneasy. She shook her head sharply, dislodging the image.Vera walked them into what looked like a guest room.“Ooh. Fancy.

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