All Chapters of Her Forbidden Deal With The Billionaire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61: The Scott Hunter File

“He wouldn’t even let me explain.” Emily’s voice cracked.Rosa placed a hand on her back and patted it gently.“It’s okay, dear.”“That—Susan. I don’t know how she’s doing this, but—”“Em, are you sure it’s her?”“Of course I’m—wait, what are you saying?”“I’m not saying anything—it’s just—”“Just what? Say it, Rosa.”“Do you think maybe you weren’t careful—”“Are you saying this is my fault?”Silence.“Wow. Unbelievable, Rosa. You too?”“Em—”“No!”“Em, I’m not saying it’s your fault.”“But you’re not saying it’s not—even when I told you it’s that—witch Susan!”“Emily, calm down. You’re getting worked up.”“No. Sorry, but fuck you, Rosa.”Rosa gasped.“And fuck Susan.”“Emily.”“And fuck Scott too—and Ian, and Jane—and fucking Kevin Holland.”“Em.”“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck it all. Fuck everyone. Fuck.”Emily collapsed into the chair, breathing heavily.Then she brought her hands up and covered her face.“I’m sorry, Rosa,” she said through her palms.Rosa moved closer and pulled her in

Chapter 62: Ripped In Half

Emily opened the box. She reached into it and brought out 3 pieces of paper. That’s all the box contained. Emily analyzed the papers. The first one looked like a birth certificate. The one half had the last name “Hunter” written on it. It also had the mother’s name section. “Andrea Hunter” was written on it. If this was Scott’s certificate, that must be his mother’s name.The father section must be on the other half. Emily took the other paper. A marriage certificate. Also ripped in half. One name on it; Francis Hunter. Scott’s father. Emily’s mind raced. According to what she knew Scott is an Illegitimate child because Francis and his mother where never married. If that was true how come she had the surname Hunter. And how did Scott’s birth certificate get into Hunter Autos. Something wasn’t right. Emily’s pulse quickened. She picked up the third paper, also ripped in half. It was a letter, a pretty lengthy one.Emily tried to read the first few lines. “My dear bo

Chapter 63: Amy Anderson - The Other Half

Amy Anderson POV ----- “Ian is an asshole, but he won’t kill his own grandmother for the inheritance, right?” Amy picked up a fresh apple from the kitchen basket and took a big bite. She leaned on the counter. “And then there’s the half-brother—the billionaire who has little to gain from this but is fighting tooth and nail for it.” Amy took another bite. “It just doesn’t make sense. He’s sketchy—but not in a murderous way.” “All billionaires are sketchy,” Gracie replied, then continued chopping carrots. “I know, right?” Amy giggled. “I think he’s kinda cute.” “Eww, Grandma. He might be a killer.” “If Hilda wanted you to do something, don’t you think she would’ve told me? Are you sure it wasn’t just pleasantries?” “Grandma, she said she needed professional investigative help. Then she died.” “Bless her soul.” Gracie dropped the knife and made the sign of the cross. “In my line of work, that’s what we call super suspicious.” “Read the letter again.” “Grandma—” “Read it,

Chapter 64: The Thief

Scott’s head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. He dragged himself to the dining area, each step sending a fresh wave of pain through his skull. Dora appeared at his side with a steaming cup of coffee. “Breakfast will be served soon, Mr. Hunter,” she said gently, like she knew exactly how much noise his brain could tolerate. “Thanks, Dora.” Scott dropped into his chair and took a long sip. The coffee burned going down, but at least it was something real to focus on besides the throbbing behind his eyes. Mia and Nate walked in and sat across from him. Mia took one look at Scott and smirked. “Wow. You look like shit warmed over and left out in the sun.” Scott didn’t have the energy to respond. “Rough night?” she pressed, clearly enjoying herself. “Something like that.” “Strip club or casino?” “Both.” Mia laughed. “At least you’re honest.” The door opened again. Emily walked in. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second before both looked a

Chapter 65: Headlines

Emily woke to warmth.Scott’s arm was draped across her waist, his chest pressed against her back, his breath soft against her neck.For a moment, she just lay there, eyes closed, letting herself feel it.This.Whatever this was.She shifted slightly, and Scott stirred behind her.His hand moved, sliding up her stomach, slow and deliberate.Emily’s breath caught.“You awake?” His voice was rough with sleep, low and close to her ear.“Mm-hmm.”His lips brushed her shoulder. Then her neck.Emily turned in his arms, facing him.Their eyes met.Neither of them spoke.Scott’s hand moved to her face, his thumb tracing her jawline.Then he kissed her.Slow. Deep. Like he had all the time in the world.Emily’s fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer.Scott rolled her onto her back, his body settling between her thighs.“I missed you,” he whispered against her mouth.Emily’s chest tightened.“I missed you too.”Scott’s hand moved down her body, exploring every curve.Emily arched into h

Chapter 66: Murder Without The Body

Jane Sullivan POV-----“She threw me under the bus!” Nate yelled, slamming his fist on the table.Jane sighed and leaned back in her chair.Here we go.They were at Kevin’s Cuisine again. The private back room that was starting to feel less like a restaurant and more like a villain’s lair.How fitting.Susan barely looked up from her phone.“You were already caught coming out of Emily’s room. What did you expect me to do?”“You could’ve defended me!”“Defended you?” Susan’s voice was sharp. “You froze at the dinner table like a guilty child. I saved you.”Nate’s face reddened.Jane raised an eyebrow. “Is it true? You got caught?”Nate hesitated, then muttered, “Yeah.”“What were you doing in there?” Jane asked, though she already had a sinking feeling she knew.“Looking for more stuff,” Nate said quickly.Susan snorted. “Or you were collecting underwear again, you little freak.”Nate’s lips curved into a sinister smile.“Oh my God, ew.” Susan dropped her phone on the table. “That’s h

Chapter 67: Games From The Grave

“We should get to the bottom of who wrote those articles and sue them,” Scott said, his voice sharp. “It’s outrageous.”“Scott—” Paul’s voice came through the phone, measured and calm. “I understand you’re upset, but suing the press right now will not improve your reputation. If anything, it’ll make you look defensive.”“I am defensive,” Scott snapped. “They’re calling me a murderer.”“I know.” Paul paused. “But the hearing is in two days. You need to be in New York tomorrow. That’s what matters right now.”Scott exhaled sharply, his jaw tight.“I’ll be there.”“Good. We’ll go over everything when you arrive.”Scott hung up without another word.He dropped his phone on the desk and rubbed his face with both hands.Emily’s hand touched his back, warm and steady.She rubbed slow circles between his shoulder blades.“You okay?” she asked softly.Scott let out a humorless laugh. “No.”“You will be.”He turned to look at her. “You don’t have to be here, you know. You should be at work.”Em

Chapter 68: Five Becomes Ten

Nate Sullivan POV-----The gas pump clicked off.Nate pulled the nozzle out and hung it back on the pump.His phone rang.Jane.He reached for it—“Hey!” A gas station attendant shouted from across the lot. “No phone calls near the pumps!”Nate looked at him, then at his phone.“Fuck off,” he muttered under his breath.He walked away from the bike, toward the edge of the lot, and answered.“What?”“Where are you?” Jane’s voice was sharp.“Gas station. Filling up.”“Nate—” She paused. “I’m worried.”Nate rolled his eyes. “You’re always worried.”“Because you’re a knucklehead who volunteered for something you shouldn’t have.”“I’m fine, Jane.”“It’s too dangerous going back there. You barely got away last time.”“That was different.”“How?”“I wasn’t prepared. This time I am.”Jane sighed on the other end. “You’re being reckless.”“I’m not,” Nate corrected. “Mia’s already texting me to come over. She has no idea. I’ve got this.”Silence.Then Jane’s voice, low and threatening. “You bet

Chapter 69: Pieces of a Game

“Emily—EMILY!”Scott’s voice tore Emily from sleep.Her eyes shot open.Scott was struggling with someone—Nate.Nate’s hand was on Scott’s arm, pulling away—What the hell?Emily screamed.The sound ripped from her throat, raw and screeching.Nate’s head whipped toward her.Then he bolted.Scott lunged after him, stumbling off the bed—And collapsed.His body hit the floor hard.“SCOTT!”Emily scrambled to his side, dropping to her knees.“Scott—Scott, wake up—”His eyes were half-open, unfocused.His chest rose and fell, but shallow.“Scott, please—”Nothing.Emily screamed again, louder this time.So loud she thought her lungs might explode.So loud she thought she might pass out from the force of it.The door burst open.Gerry rushed in, his face tight with alarm.He dropped to Scott’s side, pressing two fingers to his neck.Emily’s heart stopped.“He’s alive,” Gerry said.Emily’s breath shuddered out of her.“But his pulse is weak.” Gerry looked up at her. “Call 911. Now.”Emily

Chapter 70: The Final Stages

Susan Wells POV——-Jane was spiraling.“This was ill-thought out from the beginning.” Jane’s voice was sharp, pitched higher than usual. “I said it was a bad idea, and now Nate is—”“You didn’t say anything,” Susan cut in flatly.“I thought it!”“Thinking doesn’t count.”“Hey!” Jane turned on her, eyes blazing. “You came up with this. You sat at that table and suggested we drug a man in his sleep. This is your mess.”Susan didn’t flinch.Patricia raised a hand, cutting them both off.“Enough.”Her voice was cold. Clinical.“Nate was a weak link,” Patricia said simply. “Weak links break. That’s what they do.”Jane’s head snapped toward her.“That weak link is my brother,” Jane said. “He’s in a coma with a bullet in his back that almost killed him.”Patricia stared at her.“Yes,” Patricia said. “And?”Jane cracked.“Are you serious?” Jane’s voice dropped dangerously low. “Are you actually—”“Jane—”“No.” Jane stood. “That’s my brother lying in that hospital bed you old bat! And you’re

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