All Chapters of A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

WILLIAMS POVLouis and I had been inseparable since high school, and through those many years, a bond had formed that could stand the test of time and distance. Attending different colleges and subsequently choosing different career paths did not disrupt their communication; they shared everything that happened in their lives. A friendship based on trust, lots of laughter, and mutual support was what Louis and Williams had.Our trio, once complete with Stanley, had been inseparable; however, fate had other plans, and Stanley's untimely death left a void in their lives. The loss brought Louis and me closer, cementing their brotherly relationship even further.From all-nighters to spontaneous road trips, the memories were countless. A friendship that had seen time and distance and even adversity finally bloomed into being a rock to Louis and me for support and encouragement in life's ebbs and flows.As we grew through our adult years, the bond remained strong. They would often call one

ARROW'S POV "What do you mean by that, doctor?" I pressed urgency in my tone. I couldn't afford to lose the contract, not now. "Calm down, Mr. Arrow," insisted the doctor. "I'm afraid she isn't responding." "What do you mean, doctor?" I asked, my voice escalating. "It means she's dead," Doctor Frederick said bluntly. "Dead.?" I repeated, in a heap of shock. "Did you say Kalmia is dead?" It was as if a ton of bricks fell on me as the impact of the news hit me. My business and my contract depended on Kalmia's recovery. It was as if a tornado had swept through my mind; I mechanically reached for my phone. "I have to call her friend Sharon," I muttered. I dialed Sharon's number, my hands shaking slightly. After a couple of tries, Sharon finally picked up. "Hello, Sharon," I said with a tone of solemnity. "Hey, Arrow! What's up?" Sharon responded, fully unaware of the disastrous news. "I'm so sorry, Sharon, but your friend Kalmia just. kicked the bucket," I said rather blunt

KALIMIA'S POVTHE NEXT MORNINGMorning arrived, and I got up, refreshed and more determined than ever.I brushed my teeth, took a refreshing bath, and applied my body lotion did all this with so much deliberation and assurance.I sat in front of the mirror, styling my hair to perfection, with each strand in its exact place.A light makeup, just enough to enhance the natural beauty, and my features were afire.A spritz of vanilla perfume wrapped me in elegance, making me a queen.Down the stairs ran me with the files in my hands, ready to start a new life.But the flash of my eyes seemed to speak volumes as she turned to glance at Arrow, who sat on the couch still, his expression dark."I'm leaving for work," I announced, my voice firm.Arrow’s eyes narrowed. "You're really going to work for Mr. Jude?"I nodded. "Yes, I am.""Where is my food?" Mr. Arrow yelled out as I was preparing to leave the house."I didn't make any food for you," I replied, not an iota of hesitation lacing her

ARROW'S POVMy bruised body lay still on the gurney, My chest barely rising and falling with each shallow breath. The fluorescent lights above the emergency ward made little leeway in mercy, now shedding light on the chaos around him.Medical people buzzed around him, their faces set with urgency. My clothes, saturated with blood, were stuck to my frame; the antiseptic smell of the hospital filled my nose. The beeping of machines and mumbling of conversations blended into a din of sound.My gaze dropped to my entangled and twisted legs, contorted in ways they shouldn't be. Agony wracked through him like a wave, and I felt its tide threaten to reach over me and smother me. My head spun, and disjointed flashes of the accident replayed themselves in his mind.The doctors and nurses worked around me, running tests and building assessments.I lay helpless as they moved my legs and checked their responses. My reality started to set in.Fear mounted, cold fingers clenching around his heart.

ARROW'S POVI stood in a paralysis of confusion and horror, wracking my brain. The house that seemed to be radiating the warmth of laughter lay in ruin.My family-my mother, father, and sister were trapped inside. Panic overcame me, and I called frantically for my mother."Mom! Dad! Sarah!" I yelled at the top of my hoarse throat. But no answer came out, I continued.The silence was deafening.And hours passed as my cries weakened.I had given in to exhaustion and despair.He sat on the ground, waiting for the fire extinguisher team to be done.Their faces looked solemn, engraved with sympathies.At last, they came out with body bags. My heart sank.The first corpse they brought out was my dad.The only feature I could recognize was the ring he always wore. It was blackened by soot now.Tears streamed down my face as I confirmed his identity.My mom and sister, they were unrecognizable.Their bodies had been reduced to ashes.The reality hit me like a tidal wave.I was alone now.