All Chapters of Her Forbidden Deal With The Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Before he spoke, Scott's expression had already sent chills down Emily's spine.She watched his face contort with disappointment.Then the words landed."The lawyer can't make it tonight. His flight's been grounded."Pain shot through her like a bolt of lightning. She felt like her chest might crack open.Rosa was about to spend the night behind bars for something she'd had nothing to do with.If Emily had any tears left, she would have cried. But her eyes were dry—burning, itching, tender.What more did Jane want?Emily had watched Jane and Ian work late for years without ever suspecting Jane was plotting to replace her.All those late nights.Working? More like fucking.Jane had taken her husband, stolen her place—and now she was taking her best friend's freedom.Pain ran through Emily's body, sharp and relentless.Rosa was about to spend the night in holding. Emily couldn't see her. Couldn't talk to her. The helplessness was suffocating.It weighed on her shoulders like a boulder.

"Follow them, Ali."Emily's voice shook.She and Paul had barely stepped into the police station when Agent Larson informed them Rosa was being transported to court for arraignment.They got back in the car immediately and followed the police van.Emily texted Scott the update.The footage was Rosa's best chance. But now there probably wouldn't be enough time to deliver the evidence Scott went to retrieve.Emily's pulse doubled. It stayed that way the entire ride.Anxiety coiled in her stomach like a lace knotted too tight.Moments later, they arrived at the courthouse.Paul turned to her. "It's now or never. Is he close?""I hope so."They got out.Just ahead, Emily saw Rosa being led inside. Grief washed over her.She shook her head. She'd never forgive herself if Rosa got locked up for protecting her.She and Paul followed them into the building. Emily had hoped to talk to Rosa before the hearing, but the way things were moving made it impossible.And if they lost, she'd be talkin

(JANE'S POV)"Choke me."Jane's voice was rough with need.Ian pressed his hand against her throat—light, controlled, like he was afraid of breaking her.His rhythm was steady but hard, hitting deep.Fuck.She was close."Harder.”Ian's grip tightened. His breath came in ragged bursts.Jane wet her fingers and reached up, pinching his nipples gently."Fuck me harder. Choke me harder."Ian groaned—low, guttural, lost in it.His fingers closed tighter around her throat.He pounded into her, fast and relentless.Jane's vision blurred. Her body arched.She peaked.White noise. Silence.Then Ian's groan faded back in, and relief washed over her as reality returned.He collapsed beside her on the bed."That was amazing, babe.""Yeah." Ian turned away immediately.Jane's lip curled.Cold as always after sex.Whatever.She went to the bathroom, washed up, then grabbed her phone and walked to the living room.She scrolled through her contacts.Kevin Holland.Dial.The phone rang twice."Janet

"Did you do your research on the Turbo Fuse engine? I sent you specs on a new model that can handle the torque."Cooper's voice came through the phone, steady as always."Yes. The H-Gaia 003 ELC is a badass concept. You outdid yourself again."Scott stared at his laptop screen, scrolling through the sleek concept designs Cooper had sent earlier."Shame you picked such a shitty name for an amazing car.""Work in progress. Are you ready to face your brother?"Scott ground his teeth. "As ready as I'll ever be. And don't call him that."It had been a week since his meeting with Dimitri Kushaniv. Today was the board pitch for the Turbo Fuse merger. Becky had received the final details yesterday.Ian would be there. Somehow, he'd convinced Dimitri that Hunter Autos could deliver a better deal.And after Jane's courtroom statement, Scott dreaded what else Ian might have up his sleeve.A twenty-five percent increase in less than six months would turn heads at the board review. Clause two woul

Emily glanced at her phone.8:00 a.m.Too early to go to work. But she left anyway.She'd been avoiding Scott since the night he pinned her to the bed.She couldn't trust herself around him anymore.Staying for breakfast meant tension.Staying for dinner meant contact.Every look felt like losing control.Every moment spent with him, her body betrayed her.Every glance meant something deeper.Her body seemed to function on its own now—a puppet with him pulling the strings.There was only one way to stop it.Distance.House of Ever was only thirty minutes from Scott's mansion."Ali, take the longer route. Through Thirty-Seventh."Ali nodded.Emily settled into the back seat as the car pulled away.On the drive, she noticed pottery displayed at various intersections—vases on corner planters, decorative pots lining storefronts.She smiled.Her branding for Everdale Pottery had paid off. The pieces complemented the city perfectly.Emily pulled out her phone and took a few pictures.Missio