All Chapters of A Deal With The Billionaire CEO: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Isabella 202.As Ava and I browsed through the racks of baby clothes, the excitement of impending motherhood mingled with the apprehension of keeping our little secret hidden from the world. It felt surreal, knowing that soon I would be bringing a new life into this world, but also overwhelming, as I grappled with the weight of responsibility that came with motherhood."Isn't this one adorable?" Ava exclaimed, holding up a tiny onesie adorned with playful animal prints.I smiled, nodding in agreement as I admired the tiny garment. "It's adorable, Ava. But do you think it's practical? I mean, will it be comfortable for the baby?"Ava chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, Isabella, you're already thinking like a mother," she remarked, her voice filled with pride.I blushed, feeling a sense of validation at her words. Despite my initial reservations about motherhood, I found myself embracing the role with a newfound sense of purpose and determinati

Isabella 204.As I sat in the comfort of my mother in law's home, the weight of my father's words hung heavy in the air, casting a dark shadow over my thoughts. The mere suggestion of living under the same roof as the Puppeteer sent shivers down my spine, filling me with a sense of dread and unease that I couldn't shake.How could he even suggest such a thing? Did he not realize the danger he was putting me in, the risk he was taking with my life and the life of my unborn child? It was madness, sheer madness, and yet a small part of me couldn't help but wonder if he was right.After all, Damien's enemies were closing in, their shadows looming larger with each passing day. And if what my father said was true, then perhaps staying here, under his watchful eye, was the safest option for us. But the thought of being in such close proximity to the man responsible for so much pain and suffering filled me with revulsion.I couldn't forget the things I had learned about my father, the dark se

Isabella 206.The news hit me like a ton of bricks, shattering the fragile sense of security I had managed to cling to in the wake of Emilio's warning. Ava's voice trembled as she delivered the harrowing news, her words hanging heavy in the air as they sank into my racing mind."He's alive," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached out to grasp my hand in a silent gesture of support. "But it was close, Isabella. Too close."My heart lurched at the thought, the image of Damien's face flashing before my eyes as I struggled to comprehend the gravity of what Ava was telling me. He had survived, thank the heavens, but the mere thought of losing him – of never seeing his smile or hearing his laughter again – was enough to send a chill down my spine.We sat in silence, the weight of the news pressing down on us like a suffocating blanket as we watched the television screen, images of Damien and Emilio being escorted off the company premises flashing across the screen in a bl

Isabella 208.As I sat on the couch, my hands trembling slightly, I couldn't help but feel the weight of fear pressing down on me like a heavy blanket. Ava, my mother-in-law, sat across from me, her worried eyes reflecting my own turmoil. We were waiting for Damien to come home, each passing second feeling like an eternity."I think we need to beef up the security around here," Ava said, her voice tinged with concern. "With everything that's been happening, I didn't want to take any chances."I nodded in agreement, my mind racing with all the possible threats that could be lurking in the shadows. "Yes, you're right," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to Damien."Ava reached out and squeezed my hand gently, offering what little comfort she could in that moment of uncertainty. "We'll do everything we can to keep him safe," she assured me, her voice filled with determination.But deep down, I kn

Damien 210.As I sat behind the wheel, navigating the familiar streets that led to my mother's house, a sense of unease settled over me like a suffocating blanket. The events of the day had left me shaken and on edge, my mind racing with thoughts of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.The interrogation by the detectives had been grueling, their questions probing and relentless as they demanded answers about the attempted assassination. I had done my best to cooperate, to provide them with any information that might help their investigation, but their suspicion and hostility had left me feeling like a criminal in my own skin.As I drove, my thoughts turned to the enemies that lurked in the darkness, unseen but ever-present, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Monroe, Vito Moretti, Camilla Valdez – the list of potential threats seemed to grow longer with each passing day, each one more dangerous than the last.But amidst the chaos and u