The Deal with the Billionaire Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

MAD“You made that up.” I looked outside the window. We were only a few minutes away from the hotel, and I’d never felt more nervous in my entire life.“Ms. Tara deserves to be happy. She shouldn’t be scrutinized for standing up for herself. Where are the feminists? Why are they not marching out there, rallying to support her?”“Okay, Nites. I know you’re distracting me, but I still have to meet the King. Now, for God’s sake, shut up.” My nerves were wracking, and I kept smoothing my dark pants with my palm.Nites was right, though. Meeting your future-in-laws was someone’s worst nightmare, especially when they already judged you and hated you before you even met them.There were only two possible things that were going to happen tonight— receive the insult and be dumb about it or walk out and live another day. As long as he wouldn’t insult Tara, I could live with it, take it, and keep my mouth shut.As we made it to the lobby, Nites and I were instantly welcomed by a representative f

TARA“As long as you know what you’re doing, babe, and he’s not forcing you into doing something you don’t like. And as long as he respects you as his partner, I’m not gonna interfere. But if he hurts you, even unintentionally, I swear to God, I will expose his secrets, and I’ll make sure his reputation will not see the light of day.”I couldn’t help but smile. “I hear you, Olive. I’m sure Mad won’t take your warning lightly. He still believes you hate him.”“I still do. Anyway, I gotta go. Keith just came back, and we’re having dinner.”“Enjoy your dinner. Send my hug to Keith. Bye.” I hung up the call at the same time the light went out, which froze me.It was pitch black in the room. I waited for a minute for the backup to work, but nothing happened. I tried to call Lynx, but my phone had no service. “What the hell?”I switched on the flashlight on my phone.“I’m sure it’s just an electricity issue, Tara.” I went out of my room. The entire house was dark. As I headed downstairs, I

MAD“Of course, sir.” Nites went right away to call Lynx.I waited for Lynx to answer, but it ended just like my call. My heart pounded hard in my chest as fear stirred in my chest. “What the fuck is going on?”“I’m not sure, sir. I’ll contact one of the SUVs to go ahead and check.”I typed a text to Tara.MAD: Baby, are you ok? Answer my call. I want to hear your voice.“They’re heading there now, sir.”I watched the SUV speed up ahead of us. “Thanks.”“Lynx just called back.” He showed me the phone screen. “Put it on speaker.”He answered, “Lynx, you’re on speaker. Is the Dancing Orchid safe?”There was a long silence, and I felt it in my bones that something was not right.“What is it, Lynx? Speak up for God’s sake.”“There was an invasion?” Lynx sounded guilty and angry as well.“Excuse me?” My heart stopped. “What the fuck does that mean? Where’s Tara?”“The line might not be secure. We’ll talk once you get back.”“Fuck you, Lynx. I wanna fucking know!” I yelled inside the car,

MADI didn’t know what to expect from meeting Ambassador Edvard Fitzwilliam. All I wanted was answers and information. I was too exhausted to think of anything other than Tara’s safety and getting her back. I was also furious. The vicious lust of revenge thrummed in my blood as I thought of her captors hurting her.Edvard was already in his robe, surprised by our unexpected visit, yet he welcomed us to his home. “Gentlemen.”“I’m Mad Shanewood, and this is Gabe Linden.”After our brief pleasantries, I didn’t waste any more time. “I apologize for this sudden visit, but I’ll get right to the point.” Before I could state my purpose, a young girl appeared in her pajamas.“Ivy, what did I say?” Edvard groaned. “Go upstairs and no more internet.”“Apology, daddy,” she said, her gaze pinning on me. “I know you.”“Good evening, Ivy.” I smiled. “I just want to talk to your dad. If you don’t mind.”“Of course. Good evening, gentlemen.” She smiled and went upstairs“She admires Tara. Follow me.”

TARAThe sun had set, and the only thing that determined if it was day or night was that small high bathroom window. I mean, who the hell designed this house?I hadn’t gotten out of the room, but the guy did not handcuff me again. I tried to be positive even if there was no guarantee of my safety right now. Anytime, these people who held me captive could change their minds and might just kill me.I felt lonely. I couldn’t help but think of the people I left behind. Mad must have been worried and terrified coming home, and I wasn’t there. He must have been going crazy. Did he tell Olive? But what was sadder was that I couldn’t even warn and threaten these people that I was the King’s daughter. My words and voice didn’t have that weight to them. In short, anything I said didn’t matter.I also thought of, if my father was behind this, why brought me here? Pushing the dangerous thought away, I banged the door. I was tired of waiting for their decision. At least, I deserved to know why I