All Chapters of A Deal With My Billionaire Husband : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

HELENA’S POVImmediately I stepped out of the police station, they were still tears in my eyes when I pulled out my phone and dialed Matteo’s number, the metallic dial tone matched the frenzy beat of my heart. The cold sliced through the goose bumps on my skin and I wished Matteo wouldn’t pick but who was I kidding, he picked on the fifth ring, as if he did it on purpose – waiting for the last minute.“Helena” he said “This is quite a surprise”“Cut the theatrics Matteo” I said “Dante is in a jail cell right now because of you”“I hardly did anything” the cockiness in his voice was evident and I rolled my eyes, constantly kicking myself in the guts for even thinking about doing this but I had to do something, I had the sole power to protect Dante from going to courts and ultimately spending the rest of his life in prison. I loved him so much that if it required I had to sell my soul, then I’ll bloody do it.“Where are you?” I managed to say into the receiver “I guess I’ll be yours for

HELENA’S POVThe next morning I was able to slip away from Matteo’s entangle while he snored lightly on the bed. I gathered my clothes strewn about the room in a tiptoe and, quietly put them on before I slipped quietly out of the room. Apart from the familiar pain in my leg, my entire body ached in a way that I couldn’t exactly hate. My legs trembled from last night shenanigans with Matteo, my hair was a disheveled hair on top of my mess and my mouth smelled like stale booze and finally the unsettling feeling settled within me when I remembered the whole ordeal with Dante.I was nearing the house and my heart began to pound, I wasn’t sure what I was going to find, I wasn’t sure what the situation was going to be, I didn’t know if Dante and returned home waiting for me – my head spun, weaving different scenarios together and finally I pulled through the grand entrance.By the time I walked through the double ornate doors, Dante was sitting waiting for me. He had a glass of whiskey in h

HELENA’S POV“Matteo, I want you to speak using your words. Did you plan this whole thing?” I asked again, emphasizing on my words because at this point Matteo had moved away from me to the kitchen area and was now pouring himself a glass of water. I didn’t care about the pain on my leg, I pushed myself up from the chair and followed him.“You’re not supposed to stressing my leg” he said turning to face me, running his eyes from my face to my leg.“I have had it with you D’angelo boys, thinking you can just play mind games and using me as a collateral”“No one is using you as a collateral Helena, this is a fight between me and Dante and I didn’t want you getting involved so I removed you from the equation”“Oh” a dirty scoff escaped my lips “So what now, I’m supposed to grovel on my knees and thank you?”He smirked “Well you can’t actually do that” he gestured to my legs and I wanted nothing much but to smack him in that moment.“Look Helena, you’re getting this all wrong. All I did wa

MATTEO’S POVThe cool night air brushed against my skin as Helena clung to me, her fingers wrapped tightly around my arm. Her flushed cheeks and wide, sparkling eyes were magnetic, like I was seeing her for the first time. Her laughter still echoed in my head, the sound of it rolling through the haze of the raunchy time we’d shared inside the club. The pulsing lights, the music, the feel of her body pressed against mine—everything about tonight felt like a dream.She looked up at me, her lips parted, slightly swollen from where she’d bitten them while dancing. My breath hitched as the urge to pin her against the nearest wall and kiss her until we both forgot our names overtook me. But I didn’t. Not yet. Not here. Instead, I held her steady, guiding her toward the car as her voice broke the moment.“God I’m starving” she said again, her voice light and airy.I smirked, trying to shake the wild thoughts coursing through my head. “Starving, huh? All that dancing must’ve done a number on

HELENA’S POVI stirred awake slowly, the warm sunlight filtering through the curtains. Matteo was still sprawled on the bed beside me, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. His face looked so peaceful, free of the sharp, tense lines it usually carried. I turned lazily, propping myself up on one elbow to study him. His dark lashes rested against his cheekbones, his jawline relaxed. His hair fell in soft waves, and I had the sudden urge to run my fingers through it, to feel its silkiness. Maybe even kiss him, just once, full on the mouth.But I held myself back. He must’ve been exhausted after everything that happened last night. Having a gun pointed at your face tends to do that to people. Yet here he was, the same Matteo who made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time: safe. Being with him was so different from being with Dante. With Dante, every moment was a storm. With Matteo, there was calm, a quiet comfort I hadn’t realized I needed until now."Are you done staring