บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Bargain : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

You have thirty minutes to be ready, ma'am," Stephanie reminded me before dashing out of my room. Of course, Nelson sent her. I stared at my reflection in the mirror for the final time, I couldn't help but admire my sophisticating appearance. My hair was deliberately left flowing, its elm softly resting on my upper back. Yes, the time starts now. The time to let Rose know that I wasn't just someone she could control. My gown was a sleek, floor-length sheath made of silk fabric. The silk fabric skimmed over my curves, revealing my tiny waist and subtle hips, and the slender sleeves showcased my elegant arms. The low rounded neckline revealed my upper chest, stopping just right below my cleavage, giving away just the rightful amount that needed to be seen. "Damn!" I muttered. "This is the perfect one," I said, beaming with amusement. I stepped out of my room, confidence loomed over me like never before. My heels clicked against the floor as I descended the stairs. Nelson a

AMELIA'S POV It was such a long but fulfilling night. The type I haven't had in months. I slept soundly, as if I had no worries in the world. Slowly, I shook myself out of the haze which loomed over me, my neck ached in response to the sharp turn I made. The previous day was such a crazy one but I loved how it ended. A perfect example of happy ending. My phone buzzed; Clara. "Hey baby... Congratulations, I saw the news. You made the headlines..." I cut her short, my mind swirling with a mix of surprise and confusion. "News? Headlines? " I snapped. "What news?" The line went quiet for a moment. "Common! You know you don't have to pretend to me right?" she insisted. I sat up on the bed, "I'm not pretending, clara. I really don't know what you're talking about." "Well, since you badly need clarifications," she said again, her voice more calculated now. "Congratulations on finally being the billionaire's wife. I saw how you cleverly handled the situation and answered the que

ALEX'S POVMy heart suddenly skipped a beat as a feeling of what felt like recognition crept onto me. I suddenly felt a sense of restlessness which I couldn't even comprehend. Every thought in my mind pointed towards one thing:Amelia!The woman which belonged to me before I left the city? Could she be the one? I still couldn't contain my surprise as I sat there absentmindedly. "Well, sorry about that, John..." he said, jerking me off from my state of unconsciousness as he came back. Still his gaze rested on me, as if he was trying to see through my disguise. I knew I needed to try harder. I leaned backwards, restoring my body position to its initial manner. "That was not a problem, sir," I responded, giving it my best to conceal my voice. "I understand how much everyone tries to protect what belongs to them, and why most people quest for vengeance if by any means, what belongs to them is taken."My eyes locked with his in a sideways gaze as the words carefully escaped my lips. I

AMELIA'S POV Nelson's fierce hand gripped my wrist, circling in it a way that made me tremble. What did I do wrong? "Let me go," I protested, wriggling my body beside his. But he never cared, not a bit. His strong arms were too strong for me to take off. He dragged me up the stairs, making me run to catch up with his pace, my breath coming in quick succession. As we got to the landing, he stopped, his burning eyes seemed to consume me as he steadied them on me. "Now listen," he started, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. A flicker of attraction quickly flashed in my eyes but I quickly pushed it aside. He didn't even care about me so it wasn't worth it. "You should mind the way you dress around here. Are you also blind to see that I have a fucking male visitor?" he said again but this time his emotion was unreadable. He did so well to conceal them. Was this coming from a place of jealousy? Was he really protective right now? All of a sudden? I could fee

AMELIA'S POVThe tranquility of the room was severed by the filtering noise emanating from the television. The regular evening news report was being aired. I sat there with my face glued onto the screen, but my mind was faraway. Distant. Only the faint sound of the whole thing sieved through my sense of hearing. The living room had been an unfamiliar territory to me because I had rarely sat there ever since I arrived here, staying in my room had become an obsession for me. It was now my safe haven. My comfort zone. But this time, I couldn't fathom why I stayed glued to the spot. My eyes ran over the intriguing aesthetics of the sitting room. The influence and presence of wealth could easily be felt. I couldn't deny the fact that Nelson was wealthy. A fucking billionaire. Just then, the creaking sound of the door opening filled the air. Nelson came in, his eyes looked very tiny, they were almost invincible and distant beneath his eyelids. His steps also looked strange and distorted