Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Deal With My Billionaire Husband : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

HELENA’S POVI was spread out on one of the pool chairs in a pink bikini, my skin damp from the pool and now burning under the evening sun. The warmth seeped into my skin, warming the iciness out of me. it’d been two days since Dante and I got married and while the unbearable tension had managed to dissipate given ground to undeniable chemistry and never ending sex, I had also not set my eyes on Gianna, and I have been able to breathe well without the fear of her popping suddenly and snatching Dante from my hands.I took a sip from my drink, placing it back on the stool beside as I watched Dante emerge from the pool in nothing but a swimming trunk. His skin glistened under the sun, his wet hair fell over his dark eyes and when he flicked his gaze, I felt the familiar nervousness pitting its way into the depth of my stomach.“You’re looking like I could eat you right now, just laying there” he said as he approached me, then stooping low to press a sweet kiss to my lips. He tasted like

HELENA’S POV“No – “ I breathed.I walked into the room and froze. The sight in front of me felt like a dagger to the chest—Gianna’s lips on Dante’s. My heart pounded, the sound roaring in my ears as the world slowed to a suffocating crawl. Dante was the first to react, jerking away from her, his eyes locking onto mine with a flash of guilt so strong it pierced me deeper.I opened my mouth to speak, to demand an explanation, but nothing came out. The words were trapped in my throat, buried beneath the tidal wave of pain rising inside me. Dante took a step toward me, his hands reaching out, desperation clouding his face.“It’s not what it looks like,” he said, his voice hoarse, guilt ridden and a twinge of anger hiding within.But I couldn’t hear him. I couldn’t process anything beyond the image seared into my mind—Gianna, her lips pressed to his, the way he hadn’t pulled away fast enough. I took a step back, the ache spreading like wildfire through my chest. I wanted to scream, but al

DANTE’S POVBy the time Gianna opened the door and ushered me in, a wave of familiarity hit me, and I staggered into the room. The air smelled like expensive perfume and memories I didn’t want to dig up. I flopped onto one of the chairs in the middle, my body heavy, my mind swirling.Gianna moved silently beside me, taking the seat next to mine. She handed me a glass of water, and I stared at it for a long moment, then at her. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, strands falling loose around her face. Her bathrobe was slipping off one shoulder, revealing bare skin. I wasn’t sure if she was doing it on purpose, but I was too drunk to care.I took the water, but I didn’t drink it. I didn’t want water. I wanted more liquor, more of anything to drown out the thoughts running rampant in my head. “Why did you come back?” I asked, my voice rough, barely holding itself together.Gianna was silent at first, her gaze soft as she looked at me. “Because I missed you.”I laughed bitterly, s

HELENA’S POVPanic gripped throughout the entire drive to the hospital, Matteo’s hands were steady on the wheel and I wondered how he remained so calm while I shuffled impatiently on the seat. I was still dressed from the party, I couldn’t spare a moment to change because my whole mind was clouded and confused. Dante had gotten into an accident and it was fatal – so Vivianna had said.“Could you drive any slower?” I mouthed off to Matteo impatiently and he shot me a quick glance.“I’m not trying to get us in another accident Helena” he said to me and only then did I notice the slight tremble of his hands, so subtle it almost wasn’t there.“I’m scared” I whispered silently to myself but I knew he could hear me “What if he dies and then I’m stuck with this guilt forever – God it’s all my fault. If we hadn’t gotten into that fight – if I hadn’t stormed out maybe – ”“Stop – ” he started then he stopped, taking a deep breath in and keeping his eyes on the road “I’m sure he’s going to be f

HELENA’S POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke up was the pounding headache lodged firmly behind my eyes. I groaned, blinking against the blinding morning light seeping through the curtains. The pain throbbed in time with my heartbeat, as if my body was reminding me of everything that was wrong—everything that had been wrong for days now.Dante was still in a coma.That thought made the headache worse. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing for once I could just wake up and not think about it, about him. But it was impossible. Dante had been in that hospital bed for a week now, unmoving, barely breathing on his own. Every day, I dragged myself out of bed, put on the same hollow expression, and drove to the hospital, hoping today would be different. Hoping, foolishly, that today would be the day he opened his eyes and saw me standing there, waiting for him.I sat up slowly, pushing my hair out of my face and forcing myself to look at the suitcases sitting in the corner of the room. They