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Messed Up Deal with the Secretive Billionaire

She lost everything in one night: her career, her reputation... and the man she trusted most. Now Nora Finnian is trying to survive. Working a quiet café job, raising her daughter alone, and hiding from the world that once adored her. She is convinced that true love and trust is a luxury she may never have. Until a storm brings a stranger to her door. Weak, injured, and desperate, he seems like any other man. But Louis Christopher is no ordinary man: he is a billionaire with a secret agenda, and he thanks fate for bringing them together at just the right time. The past isn’t done with Nora. Her old scandal, the man who betrayed her, and the family that ruined her are all pieces on Louis’ chessboard. Together, they will face betrayal, revenge, and a dangerous attraction. But when the truth comes out, can Nora trust him... or any other person... again?
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Chapter 5

Louis' POV

I expected her to come earlier but she didn't. I had positioned myself there as soon as Andy mentioned she was out of the Cafe. It was already drizzling then so I figured I won't need any more injury makeup.

Andy was my very handy PA. I never told him I would be moving to Riverdale. He heard and practically came to beg me to take him with me. He had refused to let me be my full-time loner since school days even though he was two years my junior. I had rescued him from a team of bullies back then and insulted him for being a weakling.

I disliked both the bullies and the bullied.

Ever since then, he was always around me and finally managed to land himself a job as my PA. Of course he was no longer the timid weak Andy. He was almost like my bodyguard now, strong and athletic. I wouldn't agree that he may be stronger than me though.

He was my second pair of eyes on this crazy mission of mine.

"I thought you said she was out of the Cafe," I spoke into my earpiece.

"Well yeah... I thought she was taking some short cuts but it seems she went somewhere else."

God damnit! I had barely started out with my plans and it was already crashing.

The rain increased and I sat there shivering. How ridiculous?

Whenever Andy notified me of any person other than her coming by, I would stand and pretend to be flexing my muscles and exercising there in the rain. Thank goodness the two people that passed by were too engrossed in their wet selves to give me a second or third glance.

But then, it was just so ridiculous.

However, unlike my cousin, Nathan, I wasn't a 'public' figure. I was never crazy about fame. I just wanted a simple life of luxury. So no one would recognize me here. Not with the rain and dark either.

"Are you sure you wouldn't call off this plan? You may freeze to death before she comes," Andy's voice came through the earpiece.

Honestly, I was already feeling dead. I was so cold.

But determination was one of my beautiful attributes. My employees knew how much I liked to get things done as planned. I hate to deal with excuses.

"Ten more minutes before I leave," I replied. If I wasn't frozen already by that time.

"Time's up," Andy said ten minutes later, "but hold on. I think she's coming already. Don't die on me boss."

I took position immediately. It was very hard not to shiver, but I had to stay still, for a while. I saw her come up and freeze at a spot. She had a little umbrella that was barely doing justice to the rain. She was still dripping wet and trying to hold her shopping bags together.

She studied me curiously from a distance then put her hand towards her coat pocket while looking around frantically at the same time.

Oh no! Don't call anyone. All I need is you.

It would spoil my plans so bad if someone else came around. I would literally jump up and run away. Like a coward.

I stretched out my fingers, flexing it enough for her to see that I was moving. She pulled her hand out of her pocket and hurried to my side.

She looked deeply worried. I was worried too. I wanted her to hurry and lead me to her house.

"Hurry up. Come on," I muttered. Of course, she couldn't hear me.

I noticed her hesitation. Was she planning to ditch me?

Hell no. Don't do that.

I raised my hand up slightly, weakly calling for help. At this point I was truly dying from the cold, with only a singlet and a pair of dark shorts on. I would soon be on my way to heaven.

She came closer and knelt beside me. Peering into my face.

Why was she wasting time?

"Hey,” she said, “Can you hear me?”

Urrgh! Just help me out of here already. I've never had to be in the rain like this.

“Help me...” I whispered.

She looked around desperately. There was nobody to help. Thank God.

“Okay,” she said quickly. “Okay, I’ve got you.”

She slipped my arm over my shoulders and tried to lift me.

I almost laughed. I was more than twice her weight... If I wasn't exaggerating.

“Come on, help me out a little here,” she muttered as she tried her best.

I did help. Staggered a little and took my weight off her.

We got to her building, then she turned toward the ground floor and stopped at a door. Unit 101.

Oh no, that's not it. That was not the information on her location. I was right. She was going to press the bell.

I immediately slumped on the floor nearly breaking my bones.

Ouch!

"Water..." I sort of whispered when she turned to me in alarm.

Water? How daft. If there was anything I needed right now, it was fire. Serious heat. But water was what my frozen brain had chosen to say.

She must have thought it ridiculous too, judging by the look she gave me.

Nevertheless, she rang the bell.

I closed my eyes and groaned inwardly. Why? Why?

But then she came to my side and pulled me up saying something I couldn't comprehend.

She dragged me to the elevator, and then to her apartment.

I felt so much relief that I forgot myself for a moment and rested my full weight on her.

The result was that she dropped me earlier than she should and then dropped herself a few feet away, panting for breath.

I didn't know how long she intended to sit there, just staring... perhaps thinking. I was freezing. At this rate, I could catch pneumonia. I groaned tiredly before she got up and hurried off.

She came back with a mug of water and a thick blanket. Thankfully the water was hot. I wanted to warm my hands on the mug but she was holding it up to my lips to drink. I drank slowly. I wasn't thirsty but I had asked for water and well, here it is.

I met her gaze as she fed me the water. She was even more beautiful than I had expected, her dainty nose sat perfectly on her oval face. And her lips... though pale...

I noticed she was studying mine too, and for a moment I forgot myself until I saw the look in her eyes as she shivered.

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