All Chapters of The Billionaire's Deal: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Four Years LaterMay, 2000. It was the d-day, he was finally getting married to a very beautiful woman. His love,his heart, his world, his everything. She was right before him looking as beautiful as ever in her immaculate, white wedding dress.  “Do you Douglas Zimmer take Brittany Fletcher to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, in penury and wealth till death do you part?” The officiating priest asked, sounding bored. “I do.” He smiled up at her. “Do you Brittany Fletcher take Douglas Zimmer to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, in penury and wealth till death do you part?” “I do.” She said making him the happiest man on earth.  He met Brittany at a party hosted by one of his

Ace   “Dude look, she is here.” Philip said as Jennifer walked through the hallways with her minions. She spared me a wink and walked past.    She's been throwing herself at me since 11th grade till now. I was a senior and so was she, Philip and my other friends.    We were a typical highschool boy crew with sleek cars, messy hairstyles, a top notch fashion sense, power and daddy’s money. We were used to girls throwing themselves at us. We were the-   “Look she's leaving.” He said, dragging me from my train of thoughts.   He was referring to Anastasia, as she was about to walk past and I bumped into her making her books fall as she bent down to pick them up.

"Listen Ace, I know it's a lot on your plate, but you're just going to have to work harder in classes and less on the ball pitch if you want to go to college." Miss Gray said as soon as I was present. Less time on the field?  “Miss Gray…” “Football takes you to college to get your degree but your grades are also a dealbreaker. Well, just your math grades.” Football is my life, it's the only other thing I'm great at.  “Yes I know, Mrs. Gray, but you're just gonna have to trust me, I'm working on it." I replied. &

Nine Years Later: 2021. “Get a maid.” Marilyn said to him. “I don’t need one, I barely even stay home.” “Yes! Because you keep crashing at my home.” She smiled. “And? You love it.” “Definitely not more than I love you.” “But…” he smirked. “But I’d love it if I have some no-Ace time with my new husband, we have vacations planned you know…” she blushed and he gasped dramatically, expressing his shock. 

“Alright, I’m ready.” He smiled as he exited the closet, clad in a new pair of shorts only. His bare chest out in the air. He dimmed the bright lights and she pointed to his cake. “I fixed some candles in it, want to blow them out?” “Yeah, sure.” He inched towards the cake. “Make a wish.” She said. He shut his eyes and made a wish before blowing out the candles. “Woo!” She cheered. “Thanks.” He grinned.