Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Deal : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Elizabeth's point of view: I followed Richard into the house, and if the exterior had been breathtaking, the inside was even more stunning. The glass walls, though mirrored from the outside, allowed me to see everything from inside. From one end of the living room, I had a clear view of the garden, where flowers swayed gently in the evening breeze. From the other, I could see the infinity pool stretching toward the horizon, its still water reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun. The living room itself could easily pass for a grand hall. It was massive, with sleek marble flooring, minimalist yet elegant furniture, and a wall-to-wall television, its sheer size making the space feel like a private cinema. We didn't stay long in the living room as Richard led me past it and up a winding staircase. This house was structured differently. Each floor had only two rooms, positioned at opposite ends, separated by a wide-open space, and on each side of the space was a staircase. It w

Elizabeth point of view;Who would have thought all I needed to do was hit below the belt to keep Richard in check? I wasn’t proud of it, but everything had become much better. It was like I was staring at a different person. He was suddenly calmer, more polite—almost like a gentleman. This must be the Richard Vivian knew, and just like her, I found this version far more attractive. By the time dinner ended, I couldn’t stop smiling. The next morning, I woke up feeling ten times lighter. I could finally appreciate the beauty of this place without feeling tied to Richard. A soft ray of sunlight peeked through the curtains, teasing me awake. I stretched, breathing in the fresh air, then without much thought, slid out of bed and walked to the window. I just wanted to take in the view—I could never get tired of the ocean’s endless stretch. But the moment I pushed the window open, I was met with a different view. A far more distracting one. Richard. He was stepping out of

Elizabeth point of view; My breath hitched as I quickly tore my gaze away from his, my heart fluttering while my mind scrambled to make sense of who Richard was even talking to. "Is this part of the…" My voice cracked slightly. "Is this what you tell Laura every time you two argue?" I stuttered, trying not to get carried away. Richard’s smile grew wider, his eyes still locked on mine. "I’m talking to you, Elizabeth," he murmured, his voice softer now. Before I could react, his fingers brushed under my chin, tilting my face toward him. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, my breath catching in my throat. Slowly, he ran the back of his hand along my cheek—featherlight, lingering—as if memorizing every curve, every detail. "You really have no idea how amazing you are, do you?" he murmured, his gaze tracing every inch of my face.My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I swallowed hard, my lips parting as if to say something—anything—but no words came out. His

Elizabeth's point of view: I opened my eyes to find that Richard was already off his horse, his hands stretched out to help me down as if the moment we’d almost had never happened. This was the second time he had passed on the chance to be closer, and it was getting to me. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I adjusted my hair, pretending it wasn’t awkward as I let him guide me to the ground. "Next time, try not to nearly kill yourself in the process." I rolled my eyes. "I had it under control." Richard chuckled. "You sure did," he teased, his gaze lingering on me before shifting toward the orchard. My eyes followed his, taking in the beauty before me—endless rows of apple trees, their branches heavy with ripe, red fruit. A wooden ladder stood beside one of the larger trees, inviting. "As the winner, you get the honor of picking the apples for the day," Richard announced, guiding me toward the tree. I reached up, carefully plucking the reddest apples I could find and placing them

Elizabeth’s Point of View "I'm sorry," Richard said, his gaze dropping briefly to the ground before meeting mine again. "For what?" I asked, my voice steady. "You didn’t do anything wrong" I dismissed.Richard exhaled deeply. "I had no idea you were really a virgin. I would never have wanted your first time to be in an old cottage, on the bare floor," he said, his tone heavy with regret. I let out a low sigh. Was that really it? "You could’ve at least said so," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "I know. I was just… shocked," Richard admitted. "Everything I thought about you was wrong." I rolled my eyes again. "Right. And now you’re sorry." "I am," he added, and something about the way he said it unsettled me. It felt like he wasn’t just apologizing for this—but for something else entirely. "It’s fine," I said quickly, eager to end this conversation. "I had a great time today. Goodnight." But Richard didn’t move. He stood there, watching me, hesitation written all over hi