Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Forbidden Deal With The Billionaire: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Emily froze. She could feel his presence like a shadow behind her.Her back was fully exposed.She couldn’t let him see her vulnerable.Take control.“Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to do me up?”“Excuse me?”She heard Scott almost stutter.Emily glanced over her shoulder and gestured with a slight tilt, directing him to the open zipper.Scott crossed the room. She felt the air shift as he stopped behind her.His hands traced slowly down her back—deliberate, warm—before stopping just above her butt.Emily forced herself to stay still.He lingered there. Then his fingers found the zipper. He pulled it halfway up and stopped.His palm settled against her shoulder blade, warm and firm.Emily didn’t move. She’d expected something like this.She tilted her head. “If this were a real marriage, it’d be bad luck being in here. Let alone touching me.” Her voice was steady. “All the way up.”She felt his hand twitch slightly. Then he zipped her up the rest of the way.Emily

“It’s all a mess.”Emily’s voice came out hoarse, broken.The last person she’d expected to see when she turned around was Scott.Since the chaos in the garden, Emily had found it hard to breathe.When Mia told her about a quiet balcony with fresh air, she’d gone immediately.She’d expected Rosa to follow, but when Rosa and Mia started bantering about dinner, she hadn’t wanted to interrupt.Her vision blurred the instant she reached the balcony. Crippling doubt gripped her. Panic closed around her throat.It had been a blur of tears since then.Until now. In Scott’s arms.Emily pulled back, stiffening. She hadn’t expected him to ever see her like this.“This isn’t going to work. I think we should call it off. Ian won’t stop—”“You know that’s impossible now.” He cut her off. “And you don’t have to worry about Ian. I’ll fix it.”Emily saw sincerity in his eyes. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it gently below her eyes.Emily took the cloth.“How?” she asked, dabbin

“I suggest you take a step back.”Scott stood slowly, one hand in his pocket. He gestured to the others seated behind him.“This is a private section. Move along.”He tilted his head dismissively.Ian’s constant press releases had caused more complications than Scott had anticipated.Seeing him now made Scott’s blood boil. The urge to shove Ian backward—hard—flashed through his mind.But he controlled himself. He didn’t need a scene.Ian stood there and took a swig from his bottle.Scott’s jaw tightened.“Like I said. You’re intruding.”“Intruding?” Ian lifted a finger toward Scott. “This is my city. You’re the impostor.”“Is there a problem, old friend?”Scott glanced to the side.The voice belonged to a short man in a two-piece safari suit, slides on his feet, smoking a cigar.Dressed like that in a club. Either the owner or insane. Maybe both.“Zino!” Ian’s voice rang with false cheer.The man approached.Scott watched them. The man had called Ian “old friend.” Unease prickled at t

"I honestly don't see the importance of this alliance."Scott leaned back in his chair, phone pressed to his ear."You don't see the point of partnering with a fast-rising company that perfected and patented an upgrade that changed motoring history?" Cooper's voice crackled through the line."Sounds like you're describing us.""Exactly. But we don't have a turbo fuse. That thing takes any car from zero to a hundred in seconds—all electric, maintaining safe temperature. It's genius.""You sound like a fanboy.""I am not—look, it's not perfect. Dimitri Kushaniv is only expanding because his turbo fuse lacks the right containment and structuring. That holds back full performance.""And that's where we come in?""Exactly. And he's currently in LA looking for potential partners. Imagine collaborating to create the world's first functional electric-turbo engine. How does that feel for your damn ego?"The words felt like a rush. Scott could already see the process unfolding in his mind."All

What was that tone?She'd barely been in the house for a day and he felt he could control her?She'd taken it from her father. She wasn't taking it from him. Hell no."In case you don't realize, I have business to handle. I was busy."She moved to walk past him. Scott grabbed her arm."You should have informed me." His voice was low, commanding.Now he was giving her orders? Fury flared in her chest."Do I have to tell you when I want to go pee too?"Scott pulled her closer."No. But you're my responsibility now. I need to know where you are and what you're doing."Irritation crawled up her spine.He talked like she was a possession. Or a pet."Was this your plan all along? To lock me up and make me your slave?"She hit a nerve. His eyes softened, but he didn't let go.Emily let her anger flow."Can I go to my prison cell, Jailer?"That did it.His jaw twitched. He released her without a word.Emily turned and marched to her room.When she got there, she collapsed onto the bed. Memori