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A Deal with the Billionaire's Heir Chapter 1
"That's it," I mumble as I fold my book shut. I look at every head of my group with a forceful smile. "Got it, guys?"They all sigh and let out words of discouragement. We're currently on an Arts project which is torturous to get done — impressionism and expressionism. I've been a person having a creative imagination since I was in middle school, but these two art theories have always shaken my artistic self's soul."Stella, we can't do this," one says"I shouldn't have taken this class," one spits out.One even pouts at me like a toddler. "Impressionism is yours, please."I give them a look of dismay and say, "Fine." And then they clap, deafening me. "I'll take the impressionism section. Just give me enough budget.""Yes.""Come on, guys. Cash out.""Faster. Stella might cop out."I chuckle. I breathe out a cloud of breath while they hand me the money. It's a ton. I furrow my brows. "Isn't this too much?""Please include the expressionism's essentials," my seatmate requests.I sigh in
Last Updated : 2023-09-08A Deal with the Billionaire's Heir Chapter 2
My shift has come to an end. It's quarter past eleven in the evening. On Friday nights, I always take another hour, or two, in my shift. Due to this, I don't have the time to get to accept my classmates' invitations to join their parties or treats. It's not like I like parties either. I kind of don't. Also knowing that I have to work still tomorrow, I really have to sleep my tiredness off.I've been a freelance artist since tenth grade. I started with painting pictures of my customers' pets until I decided to make my service exclusively on human portraits. That was when my inbox has gotten busy. I've even painted the mayor's family and, O boy, it was a one-of-a-kind experience. With this, I make enough money to pay our monthly rent in the apartment. I'm grateful I've found one of my God-given talents because it's helped me, Mom, and also eases up my mind most of the time. Whenever I hold a brush and splatter paints, I feel free of life's burdens.I stand straight by a streetlamp. I fi
Last Updated : 2023-09-08A Deal with the Billionaire's Heir Chapter 3
I spend some time meandering by the bazaar booths in the plaza before getting home by four in the afternoon. I find Mom having her dinner. I'm thankful she picked something healthier than she commonly eats. She invites me to join her, but I tell her I just came from the food park, so she resumes eating. I go to my room and then browse the Internet for some art prompts before jotting them down on a piece of paper.It's almost six in the evening when I finish sketching ideas on a few bond papers. I set them aside in a folder and then saunter out of the room. I get the already cold vegetable salad Mom left in the fridge and make a mug of black coffee. I sit in the living room and then open the television. While turning the volume down, my phone starts ringing.I put the bowl of salad on the couch and press the green button on my screen, my brows furrowing at the anonymous number. "Um, hello?"The other line speaks, "Great evening, Stella De Vega." It's a lady. She speaks so clearly, "I h
Last Updated : 2023-09-08A Deal with the Billionaire's Heir Chapter 4
I should've known. I should really have. I'm so stupid at this part. Who would want me to work off the workplace so badly? Who would pay me not just thrice but, as the lady said, as a 'whole package?' Who else? Of course, a rich person. I didn't see this coming. I thought I was about to paint for a political personality or whatsoever. I let out all of my mixed stress and anxieties in a sigh. How dauntless of I. For the money. For Mom, I'll do this. I just have to ignore his personality and focus on his physicality. This is going to be as easy as I think it'll be.I look away from him, the freak, and aim my sight at the flawless white wall. Every piece of furniture in the room is colored white. Everything seems to blind my vision. They appear untouched by nobody. I look down at the tiled floor, and my frame reflects on it. It's a heavenly room, I swear. I'm clean with mine, but this? It's indescribable.I stand stiffly before him while holding my stuff in my front. His deep grays trace
Last Updated : 2023-09-09A Deal with the Billionaire's Heir Chapter 5
My co-members and I have successfully done it. We've passed the project and been graded the highest. I'm grateful for the universe it doesn't go against my wish for today. As I drop the canvas I painted on, I go to my co-members and together, we crack up each other because of the good output."I knew you guys could do it," I say with a jolly tone."Thanks to you, Stella," the girl in front of me says. "Without your encouragement, we couldn't have done it.""Oh, come on," I deny. "We've all done it because we believed in ourselves, in our best."The boy beside me claps twice. "That's why I'm treating you guys for today."Everybody cheers, still under their breath."And you'll go with us, Stella, alright?" the boy adds."Sorry, guys." I purse my lips, an expression of apology plastered on my face. Everybody sighs in dismay. "I really want to spend some time with you guys, but I have work," I utter in addition."It's fine, Stella. Prioritize your needs," the blonde girl says."I'll for y
Last Updated : 2023-09-10A Deal with the Billionaire's Heir Chapter 6
After the brain-damaging Tuesday morning classes, I blink at Reign Hayes entering the school gymnasium with her rather famous circle of friends. See, Reign is very well-known for her physical aesthetics, gentle personality, and outstanding wits, but also, she's known to be the current mayor's half-sister. The news shocked the city, but as days have gone by, people have forgotten about the stirred-up scandal. That day was chaotic actually.I sit on the bench, my eyes not taking off Reign's back, out in the faint sun. I think of Marco. I wonder how he's going to work this out. I hope Reign isn't in a relationship yet because I'm rooting for my cousin's shot. Reign has always been private and silent, even when she's around with her friends. She's elegantly perceptive, and it's one of her traits everybody seems to like, including me.I've just gone from the cafeteria. I didn't feel like eating, so I ate less than I usually take in. I cross my legs and grab my sketchbook. I bite on the era
Last Updated : 2023-09-11A Deal with the Billionaire's Heir Chapter 7
I can't believe it. I can't believe I did that. Last night was so random. I let Ryle take me to our place and I liked it. Not Ryle, but his action. I mean, really, Ryle. I don't need to be in denial when it's only me I'm talking to. Ryle is, based on last night's experience, more than the moron he is. Okay. I guess I'll stop now calling him names. It isn't really good for my personal credit.I've been awake since four twenty in the dawn. Six hours of sleep, huh? It isn't that bad. I sit up straight and bend my knees up to my chest. My eyes dart to the hanger where Ryle's leather jacket is mounted neatly. I told him that he should wear it since the streets were cold as hell, but what did he do? He left it. I get off the bed and walk toward the jacket. I touch its thickness and then smell it. So sweet that I can swim in it. Ugh, Stella. Stop it. I then let go of the jacket.I saunter out of my room and find Mom preparing breakfast. I make three cups of coffee — one is for Mom and two fo
Last Updated : 2023-09-19A Deal with the Billionaire's Heir Chapter 8
I close my eyes as Kent leans his head against mine. I put his hands off my face and gently push him out of my proximity. I should've never done that. I kissed him. Now, he must be thinking that I still like him. O Stella, what trouble you've gotten yourself into. I didn't see this coming, and it was my fault.Kent, with his ocherous eyes, stares at me, statuesquely still in his place. He sits down on my bed and then lays his head on my bolster. He sits his head over his intertwined fingers and then heaves a deep sigh. I just watch him stare at the ceiling until he looks back at me, making my eyes avert to the bedside. I sniff the forming liquid in my nose and then cross my arms, waiting for Kent to initiate the conversation, but he doesn't do so.I then rive the earsplitting silence, "Can you please go now?""What?" he sneers. "After you kissed me, I'll get this? You want me to leave?""I . . ." I trail off, unable to bring out words since I'm dumbfounded still by the minty aftertaste
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A Deal with the Billionaire's Heir Chapter 66
A new morning rises. It's Saturday and the day is fully packed for me. First, I’ll be at the art studio to finish up a project I left last Sunday. Second, I’ll go to the address Mister Fabio gave me. There isn't a schedule or what, so I'll just go after lunch. I still don't know what to expect. I guess I’ll just let fate do its thing. And last but not least, I’m going to Ryle’s house in the early evening. It's time to face him, whether he likes it or not. But I’d like the earlier more.After slipping into my slippers, I excitedly get out of the room. I immediately smell the breakfast Mom has prepared. I go to the dining room and find Mom stirring her tea while listening to the faint broadcast on her old radio. “Good morning, Mom,” I greet before giving her a tight embrace. “How are you feeling?”She smiles after turning the radio off. “I’ve been good lately. No side effects from medication. My stitches have already healed. Everything is fine,” she says. She stands up. “I’ll just make
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When I open my still-hurting eyes, I find myself lying on Mom's hospital bed. She's seated by me, a magazine in her hands. She casually flips pages until she notices me yawning. "It's breezy all day long," she says.I sit straight and then look at her but still lost in thoughts. "Yeah. Good morning," I say before getting off the bed. I sit down on a stool and then smell a strong aroma — coffee. I turn my head around and eventually see the trail of smoke, leading my eyes to two cups of coffee on the table."Take one, sweetheart," Mom orders.I obey. It's coffee. Everything caffeinated is life nowadays. As warmth goes down my freezing insides, satisfaction is what I feel. Coffee really makes me pleased."Good, isn't it?" Mom queries.I nod in agreement. It's coffee, so it has to be good."Just give me the signal if you're comfortable already to talk about it, the reason that made you sob last night," she says, reaching for her cup."How did I get onto your bed?" I change the topic unint
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I’ve almost gotten out of my room when I look back at my charging phone. I sit on my bed and the plugged my charger out. I look at Ryle's number before finally hitting the ‘Call’ button. While my phone is ringing, I’m thinking of what I’m going to tell him. I shouldn't sound that curious even though I've actually been since the other night. He's my boyfriend, and I'm his girlfriend. He deserves space, and I do deserve why he needs one, or so I thoughy. He shouldn't be doing this alone. He can share to me what's going on because I hate myself sitting on the mattres and overthinking things.
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It's already lunch. I’m sitting alone at a table, eating whatever it is on my tray. I really didn't pick these. Reign did. I was rechecking our team output for Chemistry in the classroom so I told her ‘Just grab me whatever you think I’d like,’ and she didn't fail. She's currently sitting with her girlfriends. She invites me to join them, but I tell her I need to review for Math while filling in my stomach. I hope she knows I’m not as brainy in Math as she naturally is.Anyway, in the following minutes, all I’ve done is sigh and yawn in front of the Trigonometry section of the textbook. It feels like nothing is coming into my mind but void and void. The topic isn't that difficult to grasp. I’m just the problem. I kind of lack appropriate motive to face a book and write essays since Lester dropped me off. His words have been reverberating in my mind, and I can't find a way how to block them. I'm aware that it totally is unhealthy, but overthinking is enveloping every corner of my brain
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When I open my still-hurting eyes, I find myself lying on Mom's hospital bed. She's seated by me, a magazine in her hands. She casually flips pages until she notices me yawning. "It's breezy all day long," she says.I sit straight and then look at her but still lost in thoughts. "Yeah. Good morning," I say before getting off the bed. I sit down on a stool and then smell a strong aroma — coffee. I turn my head around and eventually see the trail of smoke, leading my eyes to two cups of coffee on the table."Take one, sweetheart," Mom orders.I obey. It's coffee. Everything caffeinated is life nowadays. As warmth goes down my freezing insides, satisfaction is what I feel. Coffee really makes me pleased."Good, isn't it?" Mom queries.I nod in agreement. It's coffee, so it has to be good."Just give me the signal if you're comfortable already to talk about it, the reason that made you sob last night," she says, reaching for her cup."How did I get onto your bed?" I change the topic unint
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When I open my still-hurting eyes, I find myself lying on Mom's hospital bed. She's seated by me, a magazine in her hands. She casually flips pages until she notices me yawning. "It's breezy all day long," she says.I sit straight and then look at her but still lost in thoughts. "Yeah. Good morning," I say before getting off the bed. I sit down on a stool and then smell a strong aroma — coffee. I turn my head around and eventually see the trail of smoke, leading my eyes to two cups of coffee on the table."Take one, sweetheart," Mom orders.I obey. It's coffee. Everything caffeinated is life nowadays. As warmth goes down my freezing insides, satisfaction is what I feel. Coffee really makes me pleased."Good, isn't it?" Mom queries.I nod in agreement. It's coffee, so it has to be good."Just give me the signal if you're comfortable already to talk about it, the reason that made you sob last night," she says, reaching for her cup."How did I get onto your bed?" I change the topic unint
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I’ve almost gotten out of my room when I look back at my charging phone. I sit on my bed and the plugged my charger out. I look at Ryle's number before finally hitting the ‘Call’ button. While my phone is ringing, I’m thinking of what I’m going to tell him. I shouldn't sound that curious even though I've actually been since the other night. He's my boyfriend, and I'm his girlfriend. He deserves space, and I do deserve why he needs one, or so I thoughy. He shouldn't be doing this alone. He can share to me what's going on because I hate myself sitting on the mattres and overthinking things.
A Deal with the Billionaire's Heir Chapter 59
“Mom told me about it the day after I acted like a dick to you,” Ryle says sorrily, sincerity evident in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Stella. I truly am.”I cup his cheeks and then sweetly kiss one of them. “I know the truth now, Ryle. I’m not mad anymore.” I then smile.He bitterly beams and stays silent for some seconds before speaking again. “I’ve only wanted us to get through this bullshit. I may not deserve you, but you deserve pure love, Stella. I’ll give it to you in any way whatever.”“Ryle.” I stand up, pulling him up as well. I wrap my arms around his broad trunk and then lean my head against his chest. His heartbeats are music to my ears. They calm me. I look back up at Ryle and just smile, my chin on the very center of his chest. “We deserve each other, Ryle. I want us to through this together. Never alone. My future is right in front of me. I’ll never let it go anymore. Ever,” I calmly say.He puts a peck on the tip of my nose and then replies, “I love you so much, baby. I’ll
