Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Deal : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Elizabeth's Point of View; The cupcake was worth it. Margaret had magic hands. Even though I had planned to take just one, I devoured an entire box of ten before I even realized it. "This is lovely! Thank you," I said, wiping the last crumb from my lips. Margaret smiled warmly, clearly pleased with herself. "Listen, my shift is over. Want to go dress shopping together?" she asked. I glanced down at my clothes. They were new—I had bought them with my first paycheck—and I thought they were pretty decent. "Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked, frowning. Margaret chuckled. "For the award ceremony tonight. Richard said you two are going." I rolled my eyes. "I’m not going anywhere." Richard wasn’t the boss of me. Well… maybe technically he was, but that didn’t mean he could summon me to his events just by commanding it. Margaret gave me a knowing look, but I stood my ground. "Don't worry about any dress shopping, ma'am. I’m not going anywhere tonight," I

Elizabeth's point of view: We got down to the parking lot, where a pure white Cadillac Escalade limo sat waiting just in front of the elevator. As soon as we stepped out, the driver rushed forward, fumbling to open the door for Richard. But Richard stopped him, "The lady first." Richard instructed. And the driver nodded redirecting his efforts to me. I tried not to blush as I stepped inside, my breath hitching at the sheer luxury surrounding me. The interior was sleek, with plush leather seats, a TV screen, and crystal-clear wine glasses arranged neatly beside a fully stocked mini fridge. It was the kind of car that screamed wealth, the kind I had only ever seen in movies. I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable, but as beautiful as this dress was, it wasn’t exactly made for sitting. The fabric clung to me, suddenly feeling too tight, my knees pressed together in a way that made breathing a conscious effort. The leather squeaked as I adjusted, my frustration growing.

"What do you say?" she asked, her voice smooth, almost casual.I didn’t answer. Instead, I just stared at her, trying to read the room, trying to understand why. Rich people were strange, but this? This was something else. It wasn’t just that she was offering me money—it was how she did it. Like it was a simple transaction. Like I had a price tag. And considering her son already thought I would do anything for money, this was more than suspicious. Had Richard put her up to this? Was this some kind of test? The thought made my jaw tighten. But why would he even bother testing me? He knew I was around him because I had to be. But...what if I was wrong? What if this wasn’t a test, and I was about to walk away from the offer of a lifetime? "Fine! You drive a hard bargain—two million," Mrs. Williams said, and I blinked. Before I could react, she waved a manicured hand in the air, like she was already growing bored of the conversation. "This is my final offer, and I’m not moving

Richard's point of view: Did she just slap me? I blinked, my cheek stinging from the unexpected hit. My fingers brushed over my face, feeling the heat of the slap lingering on my skin. I had always been told that drunk people told no tales—could it be true that she wasn’t really a stripper? If she wasn’t, then what was she doing at the strip club? And why was the manager offering her up for the night? "If you’re not a stripper, then what are you?" I asked, staring at her. Elizabeth lifted her head, her unfocused eyes meeting mine before she curled her fingers in a slow, teasing motion. "Come closer," she slurred. "I’ll tell you." I wasn’t falling for that again. "I can hear you just fine from here," I said flatly. She let out a deep breath, then whispered, "Unlucky." The moment the word left her lips, tears began streaming down her face. "I’m just… very unlucky," she sobbed. Something about the way she said it made my chest tighten. I reached out instinctively,

Elizabeth’s Point of View: My words were followed by an awkward silence. I stared at Richard, watching as his expression shifted three times in the span of a minute—shock, confusion, and then, finally, amusement. He burst into laughter. "You are a what?!" he chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, come on. You’re joking." His laughter only grew as he stared at me, waiting for me to crack a smile. I didn’t. His brows lifted slightly before he let out another laugh, this one laced with disbelief. "Wait—hold on. Is this some kind of… method?" "Do men find virgins more attractive or something? Is that how you get them to pay extra, claiming to be one?" Richard asked, and I blinked. What was he talking about? "Extra change? What are you talking about?" I wondered, and Richard smirked. "Oh, come on, Elizabeth. Don’t play me for a fool. I saw you at the club. I know exactly the kind of person you are," he said, and my fist tightened around the blanket. "The kind of person I am?