All Chapters of A Deal With My Billionaire Husband : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

HELENA’S POVAs I stood before his looming silhouette in the doorway, I could feel the storm of feelings I thought I'd buried breaking free again. His bandaged head felt like a stark reminder of how much things had changed in the blink of an eye, of the memories that no longer bound us together.He looked at me with that intense, dark gaze, though there was a glimmer of something different there. Something softer—an unfamiliar gentleness. “I thought I was never going to see you again,” he said, voice low, as though he'd been holding onto those words for some time.I stiffened, crossing my arms to shield myself, hoping he couldn’t see how just the sound of his voice chipped away at my defenses. Part of me wanted to bite back, to ask how he could say that when he couldn’t even remember me. But I knew it was pointless. His amnesia wasn’t going to vanish with a few sharp words.“You thought you could get rid of me that easily, huh?” I countered, forcing a casual tone but it felt fake, I c

We stood there at the gas station, holding each other’s gaze with both of us waiting for the other to say something or leave first and I felt her hesitation linger like the scent she left behind.She made a move to leave, but I wasn’t willing to let her go, not this time. My hand moved before I had a chance to stop it, fingers closing around her wrist. The grip was rougher than intended, and the instant I felt her pulse beneath my hand, I regretted it, letting go too quickly. But that brief contact, the warmth of her skin, left a tingling that was hard to ignore. I swallowed hard, feeling my voice come out lower than I intended. She was the key to my memories but letting her out of my sight that moment felt like I was letting go of a huge part of myself – of my memories and I would never be able to get them back.“I think we need to talk.” The words sounded almost foreign, but I couldn’t hold them back. “Not here, not now. But… I need to know.” I paused, trying to calm the rising frus

HELENA’S POVAlgreen cove had always been a different kind of city, a place where darkness thrived under neon lights, and secrets were traded more frequently than smiles. It was an endless canvas painted with crime, gang fights, and the silent orchestration of drug lords. Yet, despite its reputation, there was one thing Algreen Cove did well: parties. Celebrations where the rich and the reckless intertwined, their laughter drowning out the gunshots echoing down the alleyways. Someone could be gunned down on Down Street, but if you ventured a block over, you’d find a party so wild it made you forget the town’s sordid realities.Tonight was one of those nights, and the host was my sister, Vivianna. Just for the sake of wearing a pretty dress and prancing around as the evening’s party co-host, she would use it as a smokescreen. But I knew better. The tension simmering underneath the surface was palpable, electric, like the hum of a storm before it cracked the sky open. The D'Angelo men w

DANTE’S POV“What do you mean she just left for the airport?” The words tumbled out, sharp and urgent, with each bloody syllable feeling like it might pull me out of this spiraling dread. I stared at Helena’s mother, eyes wide, pulse thundering in my ears.She squinted up at me, her hands covered in soil as she wiped them against her apron. “Exactly what I said, Mr. D’Angelo. She’s moving back to Paris.”“What! Why?” My voice cracked, and for the first time in years, I felt powerless, like a boy caught in the tide of a storm too strong to fight.“There ain’t no point staying here noW, is there? Her husband doesn’t remember her, and there’s no document to prove a wedding. I don’t know what to tell you anymore, but she’s gone and according to her, she never wants to step foot in Algreen cove again” Her words were blunt, honest, digging into me like the prongs of a thorn.I made a frustrated sound deep in my throat, fingers raking through my hair as my mind raced. Different possibilities

HELENA’S POV“France?” I echoed aloud, my heart drumming in my ears as I was yet to process Dante’s words and the fact he was already pulling me alongside with my luggage. He had whipped out his phone from his back pocket and was already barking orders at the phone.“Captain, I need the private jet prepared and a flight to France. How long is that going to take?”A pause as he waited for a response“Perfect, I’ll see you then” he ended the call and was about to start pulling me with him when I retrieved my hands from his hold.“What the hell Kyle, you can’t just go to France with the snap of your fingers”“Yes I can and that’s exactly what’s happening” he looked confused at my surprise.“You can’t just go to Paris and demand to see a son that you only just found out about. You can’t just show up and disrupt his life just like that, it’s not fair and I won’t allow you do that. I haven’t seen him with my eyes since I gave birth to him”“Well this is an opportunity for you to see him” Da