All Chapters of The Billionaire's Bargain : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ROSE'S POVThe silence in the room was as good as suffocating. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing around the fabric of my nightgown. The glow from the bedside lamp penetrated into my eyes, causing me to blink continuously. Nelson's voice rang in my mind, causing my heart to falter from the ache within. "You'll have to move to a separate room now, this is supposed to be my personal room." He had said the previous night. "But Nelson, I haven't..." I tried to protest but he cut me short. His voice thick with authority. "You'll do as you're told. This is my house."I used to think Nelson had trusted me from the first instance and that was why he had allowed me into his room, little did I know it was a test of my loyalty. I tossed my phone aside, the screen flashing with several calls and messages from Linda.I couldn't pick. I couldn't let her know how bad the situation was. I couldn't tell her that Nelson's attention was now being diverted to Amelia. I kicked my

ALEX'S POVI stared blankly at the door, my mind racing with every passing second each time someone comes into the expensive coffee hub. Anticipation settled on me, like a bird into its nest. I kept myself beyond the shadows, my heart beating in sync with the rhythm of the bustling city sounds. The old cup and chatter at the corner of the street was dimly lit, a perfect ground for a meeting like this, soaked in secrets. A part of me expected him not to show. Maybe he had changed over the years or grown more cautious the more. But then, a figure loomed at the entrance, lurking around in confusion. Then, after their period of confusion seemed to have expired, they settled for a seat at the farthest booth, exactly where I had instructed over the phone. Finally, he was here. As expected, he walked in with an air of confidence, that quiet arrogance that had always made me despise him. I watched him from my hiding place as he brought his phone, shortly my phone buzzed in my pocket. He

AMELIA'S POVA familiar wave of acknowledgement washed over me as I pressed forward, my heels clicking gently against the creak floor. The air around me thickened with a smell that felt familiar, something I was once used to. I looked around, beaming with amusement. The environment still looked the same even after months of not being here, except for a few new designs at the entrance of the house, nothing really changed. I clenched my fists, my heart raced as I made an attempt to knock on the door. It was a surprise visit and I wanted every bit of the suspense to count. "Who's there," her voice came from within. As usual, thin and friendly. "Someone who needs help," I responded, making my voice firm and unrecognizable as much as I could.I heard the sound of the key twisting in the lock and that made a rush of excitement wash over me. "Amelia!"Clara jumped on me immediately and her eyes landed on me. Her whole body rested on me and the weight of her body almost made me collapse

AMELIA'S POVThe bustling city came to life again. The sound of engines compiled into a melody, one that felt both thrilling and sore to my ears. We were done now and I was heading home. I remembered the satisfactory look on Clara's face after everything. "I'll see you very soon and I promise, I have a surprise for you," I said, giving her a side hug before sliding into the car. I could see her wave into the air through the side mirror, even as the car slowly drove away. And gradually, my mind gave way to another thought, Clara's picture fading from my mind. 'What does Alex want from me now? Why did he appear now of all time?'The look on his face when he called me earlier was demanding. "Isn't it good to be back? I thought you should be happy to see me," he had responded when I asked him what he was doing there. I could sense disappointment from the way he spoke. A wave of guilt washed over me. Maybe I was too harsh on him after all. I lowered my gaze, my voice rehearsed into a p

AMELIA'S POVThe empty bed space was cold beside me.A testament to the strange emptiness that settled in my chest as I laid still, staring at the empty space where Nelson had been. The sheets were rumpled, roughened. A faint warmth lingered where his body had once been as my fingers brushed against the fabric. Has it all been real? Or was it just another dream?My mind filled with memories as they rushed back, vivid and precise. Everything unfolded slowly. Bit by bit. The way he had touched me last night in a desperate manner. The way our bodies had moved in sync, as we both seemed to surrender to a force greater than us both. I inhaled deeply, my heart beating rather too fast.Nelson had always been a mystery to me, a locked door I could never fully open. But last night felt different. It wasn’t just lust or just obligation. There was something else beneath it.Or was I just fooling myself?Was he simply playing on my emotions, knowing exactly how to make me vulnerable? No, that