All Chapters of The Deal with the Billionaire Devil: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

TARAThey said the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. “And the way to your heart is through the causes and advocacies.”I glared at Mad. “It means you’re not genuinely helping. You just want me to forgive you and want me to go home with you, or you just don’t care how I feel, so long as you get into my pants.”His gaze dropped to my pants. “It’s rhetorical, Mad.”“I genuinely wanted to help. Why do you think I donated a million Serevian euros under an anonymous donor?”“What?” I blinked in shock. I didn’t know that. I felt my anger vanishing into thin air. “You did?” Damn. I was even more shocked that I barely recognized my own voice.He sighed exasperatingly. “Yes, baby.”I groaned. It couldn’t be. He had an ulterior motive, and if he admitted it, I might just allow him to spend the night here in my hotel room. “But?”“Fine.” He shrugged. “No more lies and secrets, okay? When I found out you’re visiting the veteran hospice, I thought maybe I should show up. Maybe you cou

TARADespite the restrictions, there were still press, paparazzi, and watchers who wanted to get a glimpse of the rehearsal. Mad and I waved at them before we entered the cathedral. Since I came back, I hadn’t visited any churches, let alone this old church that was built way back in the 18th century. I felt overwhelmed with excitement and joy that by tomorrow, I would be marrying the love of my life in this historic symbol.I sighed deeply as peace and serenity wrapped around me. I was grateful when my parents suggested this cathedral instead of the one where I was supposed to marry Revier. And the last time I checked, he and Sarah were locked up somewhere in an undisclosed location. For the past week, Valentine and I had exchanged texts and talked about our lives and the wedding. Everything seemed back to normal, except for one little remaining issue that always put my stomach in knots.I felt a squeeze on my hand. I might have zoned out a little. I looked at the man that I was go

TARAInstead of going traditional, my parents hosted the rehearsal dinner at the palace to formally welcome Mad’s family and guests. The evening was lovely, warm, and intimate— it was exactly what I’d imagine it to be. The clink of fine China and silverware echoed through the massive dining room. I could see everyone’s joy reflected in their bright eyes. The yellow glow from the chandelier created an even calmer atmosphere. “Good evening. My wife and I would like to welcome all of you to our humble home. This is one of the most joyous moments in our lives as parents, knowing that my daughter is finally getting married. Enjoy the evening,” my father initiated a more relaxed and spontaneous moment.I couldn’t help but smile as he said the word finally.My father sat at the head of the long table, my mother to his right. Mad and I were next to her.Across from us was Mad’s family— his parents, Logan, London, and her husband, Striker. Then our friends, relatives, and our officiant.As

TARAMad’s call ended, and it simultaneously rang again. Before I could press the answer button, the driver met my gaze in the rearview mirror. I couldn’t clearly see the color of his eyes, but those struck me like a lightning bolt. “Put your seatbelt on, Your Royal Highness.” His tone changed to even scarier. “And please, turn off your phone.” He definitely went under the knife. He didn’t look the same as in the picture. I wouldn’t even recognize him even if we bumped into each other somewhere, except for his voice and eyes. He had higher cheekbones, a prominent, sharp jaw, lifted eyebrows, and a small nose, except for minor swelling under his chin. I’d say the poor cosmetic surgeon did a good job. May he rest in peace.“What do you want?” My heart pounded hard in my ribcage. I swallowed hard and did what he said. I turned off my phone and buckled my seatbelt. “You know what I want.” He briefly looked at the rearview, and he knew the SUV following us was my protective detail. “I

MADCars began leaving from the driveway, yet I was still waving my hand, even though Tara’s ride had left a minute ago, followed by the SUV, escorting her to the hotel, when I should be there and she in the palace.I knew she was safe, but I still couldn’t shake off the tightness in my stomach like something was going to happen.“You should go home now,” Mom said.“Dad, I have something to tell you—”“No, son. I know what you’re gonna say, and I know. We know. I’m not blaming you for wanting to keep Tara and our family safe.” So, he knew, and he didn’t tell me or pressure me to get justice. “Thank you, Dad. For everything. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hugged Dad and kissed Mom on the cheek.“You’re getting married, son. Why are you so tense? They’re doing everything they can. ” I didn’t think I could tell them that Sawyer might have managed to get in the country undetected.I hid the anxiety with my smile, shaking my head. “I’m not tense. I’m just nervous. I want everything to be perfe