All Chapters of A Deal With The Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Arya's hand held the sink handle, as she turned back immediately, her hair flipping backward in motion.Anna smirked before walked over to her. "You are here?" She scoffed internally.Arya inhaled a quiet sigh, calmness. That was the only thing she needed before she snapped Anna into two. She would exhibit calmness, because at the junction of her life, that was what she needed.Anna smiled, twisting her body, as she circled Arya. "Why are you at imperial restaurant? do you have a date or something?""Go away, Anna." Arya's hand made for the sink, before she twisted it open, soon enough, the water gushed into her fingers, warm.Anna who wasn't the least ready to give up and go home defeated said. "Are you still single because Kelvin loves me and not you? It's not my fault that he hates you." Her voice was sinister.Arya turned towards her, anger blaring in between her lobes, her presence emitted rage and even Anna couldn't help but whimper at her fierce gaze.Arya walked towards her sl

It took a fraction of seconds for the word to pop into Alisha's brain, and when it finally did, she turned, her heels almost snapping into two, her eyes widened with surprise, no not that, pure horror.She pointed her fingers at her, her nails sparked with a colour of blue, trimmed elegantly, she turned back to Devon, her head almost snapping dizzy. "Wife? Did I hear it right?" Her eyes bobbed shut, and she finally fluttered them opened, staring at Arya who remained calm in her seat.Devon had actually gotten married? Who in the heck was this woman who carried no aura of being wealthy, her face was plain, clearly that no makeup was around her face, her dress was simple and arranged. Who in the heck was she?She turned to Devon, gazing with anticipation, maybe, she heard it right. No, no, no, Devon couldn't be married, he just couldn't. Why would he? Devon snapped his eyelids at her, "What? Aren't you happy for me?"Arya adjusted in her seat, feeling rather awkward, the atmosphere tur

They all watched in silence as he picked up his phone, and swiped up his message, their jaw was wide open, and their eyes blinked, countless of times.Devon Brookes actually brought his own phone to his meeting? They couldn't believe it, it wasn't what they expected, he still sat there with a raised brow and when he realized it was his phone, he let out an amused chuckle.His eyes hurriedly read the message that Arya sent him, and for some unknown reasons, his lips curled up in a sly gentle smile.They all watched in awe.He gazed at them, his hands still clutching his phone. "What? You wouldn't continue?" He asked, his face gazing at them.They all trembled, their head facing down.Devon sighed, before kicking the chair away, standing up lazily, he folded his hands. "Meeting ended, we will meet same time tomorrow," He walked towards the door, the sly smile still plastered across his face.Daniel blinked, was his dreaming right now? Devon was letting them go, even though they failed t

Wanda's body seemed to have sank in despair, and she blinked slowly, her lids moving to and fro, "Tell me you are joking?"Arya gazed at her friend, with dazzling eyes, "Why would I be kidding?" She shook her head, "Devon Brookes. Don't you get it?"Wanda bobbed her head to a direction, making sure no one in the restaurant heard the name, quietly, she turned to look at Arya. "You are a Brookes now?""Yes." Calm as she was, her fingers tapped against the table, suddenly wishing there was food available, was it just her, or she couldn't even bring her self to look up to ber in the eye, was it some kind of disgrace? Or she just felt like she had disappointed her best friend, her own mother, and countless of other people,Her palm moved towards her face, and she sulked in the warmth of her palm.Wanda still gazed at her curiously, "Okay."Arya looked up immediately, blinking profusely, that was it? Just an okay? She was right after all, she had disappointed her best friend woefully, now,

Arya could feel the middle aged woman gazing at her with eyes of fury, it was already quite easy to tell that the middle aged woman didn't like her. Just by the easy crushing of her chin, and the dark rage that danced in between her lobes, and the knuckles sweeping against the table.She just had to be nice, that was the only available option. Gently, she cackled a laugh, a nervous one, that spelled in her mind, she didn't know what she was doing, but she just had to do it. "Hello Madam,"Why is there a Madam? Her heart jumped in despair, couldn't she just have say something like ma'am? Or mother? Barbara gazes at her, simply telling her in the eyes that she didn't like the way she was addressed as "Madam" because, to her. It was a popular word used in the 1980s, and damn, Barbara Brookes wasn't someone from a century ago.She turned to Devon immediately, "She? A Morris?"He leaned on the chair, his eyes shimmering darkly. "I am glad you already did your research." Honestly, he knew w