All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

-Eve-The weekend flew so fast and I haven’t heard anything from Vincent since the night of the party. I sent him messages asking him how he was but he hasn’t seen any of my messages. I know that I should be glad that he hasn’t contacted me yet, but I can’t help but worry for him. I just really hope that everything turns out okay for him. It was the first day of class and our last semester before we graduated. I hope that everything will go well with my scholarship. I know that I have money saved but I hate to use it. It feels like it isn’t mine even though I know that it was my payment. I just can’t help but feel guilty about the fact that Vincent paid me that amount and yet instead of making everything okay for him, I made it worse. I sighed before leaving our house and went straight to school.So far nothing seems wrong, especially with my enrollment. Even though there was a lot of whispering when I passed by the corridor, people staring, and no message from Vincent, it seemed l

-Eve-I am getting used to the role I am playing. But I can’t deny that there are moments when I still feel overwhelmed.I used to not know Vincent. Then I started to get annoyed by him. Slowly, I am getting the feeling that I am starting to care for him more than I should. Just like how I offered something that I shouldn’t. ‘You can stay at my house,’ I offered because I felt guilty about what had happened between him and his grandmother. “We have an extra room although it might not be up to your standards.”“Oh, Eve, you don’t want to have this guy in your house,” Garrett said interrupting me but at the same time waking me up from my haze.“She’s not asking you,” Vincent snapped. And suddenly every part of me was in panic mode.“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you,” Garrett added. Vincent sighs heavily. I try to calm myself as I find an excuse or change of topic that would not lead back to me asking Vincent to stay in my house. What the hell was I thinking? I held a smile I had jus

-Eve-I don’t know how long I was out and what happened before everything turned black. All I know is that this is the softest bed I have ever lain into. I turned to the side trying to find a more comfortable position when I felt something hard in front of me. My forehead creased as I tried to figure out what it was until a sound came out of it. “Finally!” The voice was low and gruff and sounded so familiar. I pulled my hand back under the sheets as I hid it with my entire body. “Evelyn,” he had called my name several times already but this was the first time that he called it with so much care. “Let me see your face,” it sounded like a plea but I could feel the hint of command in those five words. And as much as I hated how he commanded me, I couldn't seem to find it in myself to disobey him.I sighed as I realized that there was no use in hiding. Sooner or later I would still need to get home and the only way for me to do that is to face, Vincent fucking Beckett. “I am fine,” I

-Eve-“Do you want to have sex with me, Evelyn?” I know that I should have run away the moment that he asked this question. I know that I should have been scared. I should have called Brie or the police to pick me up. I know that being in the same room, alone, with Vincent Beckett was definitely not the safest place to be. And yet, here I am still sitting in front of him unable to look away. It suddenly felt like the room getting hotter as sweat formed at the back of my spine. Both of us stared at each other unmoving, unblinking, afraid to lose the game that we started. I am not sure what I am fighting for at this moment.Not sure if I even knew what I was getting myself into. All I know is that something between us has changed. “Do I take your silence as a yes?” he asked, gold flecks appeared in his onyx eyes, as he gave me a mischievous smile. The rhythm of my heart went frantic as the heat of his stare spread all over my body straight to my core. I have never felt this way bef

Eve-It was my first time flying and I was so scared of so many things like our jet crashing, exploding, and the list just goes on. But all of those disappeared because of Vincent. He kept on asking me questions about so many things that I didn’t know I wanted. I hate to admit it but this is one of Vincent’s versions that I like the most. “Why do you love books so much?” Vincent asked pulling me back to the present. The look he has now is far from the look he had this morning, especially the look he had when Garrett and the rest of the gang arrived. I just wish he would look like this most of the time. “Hmmmm,” I said, thinking of a better way to explain my love for books. “Remember when I told you how my life is so different from yours?” Vincent nodded, his piercing eyes would have scared anyone but it did not scare me. I know we haven’t been together for so long, but in those days that we were, I was slowly beginning to understand him more, especially his moods. Well, at least