All Chapters of The Deal with the Billionaire Devil: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

TARAMy eyes were so heavy. I felt so tired, like I hadn’t slept in days, but it felt like someone was trying to shake me.“Tara. Tara, wake up.” Forced the male voice that I recognized instantly. I jolted to sit and found myself in an unfamiliar room. My heart raced. My instinct kicked in, and I moved, hitting my back against the headboard as I found Franco in the room, sitting on the bed.“Hey.” He raised his hands. “I was trying to wake you up. You need to get ready.”“Get ready for what?” My mind went a million miles an hour as I rubbed my tired eyes. Was Alonso going to kill me now?“You’re going home.” He smiled even though his lips were still busted.“I’m going home?” I placed my hand over my chest as I stared at him in disbelief. I felt like I found some kind of freedom, even if I was still in captivity, but I felt the hope expand in my chest the moment I heard those words. “Are you sure?”“Yes.” There was no malice on his face. He looked truthful, and I started to believe hi

TARAI am home. I couldn’t believe I made it home alive. A familiar embrace, his voice, his touch, his scent, and his kiss overwhelmed me. And the kiss was something. It was warm, full of passion, longing, and desperation. And I missed it. I missed him. I didn’t want to let go. I didn’t want to be separated from him again because life was dull without him. Mad squeezed me tight into a hug until it felt like the air was trapped in my lungs. I suppressed a wince at the soreness in the column of my neck. Then we were interrupted by Franco begging for his life.I gasped as I found him on the ground, facing down. It escalated quickly as guns were pointed at him. “No! Stop!” My breathing hitched. “Guys,” I called, yet nobody heard my voice.“Please, don’t kill me,” Franco begged again.“Guys!” Finally, I got their attention. “Put your gun down, and let him go.”“He was about to—”“To what?” I glared at Lynx. “Guns, please?” When they pulled their guns, I helped Franco up. “He doesn’t ha

TARAAcceptance wasn’t easy, but denial was. What I had been through scarred me for life. I smiled, but I wasn’t myself. I felt like a stranger in my own body. I felt like a walking corpse as I walked into his stunning modern mansion. My heart, my soul, my mind were somewhere, hidden, still locked up in a dark place. Fully naked, I stepped inside his glass-walled shower room. He also took off his clothes, only in his boxers, as he joined me. He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature setting, and the large rainfall shower drizzled down on us. This was exactly what I imagined us together in the shower, naked, our skin hot and tingling in excitement, and those warm, playful hazel eyes that lingered in dark hunger as he stared at me, admiring every inch of my naked body. And then he gripped my hair tight, pulling my head back so he could kiss me hard, and then pushed me down to my knees, forcing me to open my mouth before shoving his stiff, hard cock inside my mouth until he

MAD“Yes. That’s Simone Rupert, a Serevian born to a working-class family from the south. He worked hard to make it to the royal household. Three years ago, the Prince liked how hardworking he was, maybe because he could easily manipulate him to do his bidding. He fired the old man and replaced him with another old man.”“Do you know him?” Linden asked, showing me another picture of Simone with the Prince.“That’s the person impersonating the King.” My nose flared as something just cleared my doubt. “Do you think the Prince is involved?”“He is. I’m sure of it, but I can’t find any proof because he’s like a Port Knox, surrounded by guards, and we can’t risk Osmium to hack into the Prince’s home. The Crown Prince lives in Montimer-Kastl-ton Palace, a two-thousand-hectare estate.”“Motherfuckers.” I breathed through my nose as I looked at the empty glass in my grip.Nites placed another paper on top of the other. “Call logs; incoming and outgoing. Mr. Porter knew about your relationship

TARA“I think this belongs to you.” Mad slipped the ring onto my finger, kissing it.“Thank you. I took it off before the blackout.” I raised my hand as I proudly showed it off. Not the blindingly glittering stone, but it was the promise that I made.“Can I talk to you?” There was a hesitation in his voice. I had a feeling this had something to do with his meeting with my father. “Of course.” I sat down across from him, sitting behind his desk. “What is it about?”His home office was minimalist, focusing on functionality instead of extravagance. It is composed of bookshelves behind the dark wood, wide, sturdy desk, couch, and a coffee table at the end of the corner, and a wall-mounted TV.“After what you went through, I want you to reconsider the offer.” I stared at him in shock with my heart sinking. This was not the topic that I expected. “Don’t worry, I will cover the money for the charity for three years.” I wasn’t worried about my secrets anymore because they were already out