Paid to the Billionaire

Chapter 5

Darwin tried to read the letter twice.

He had received this letter just an hour ago from his half-brother. He smiled as soon as his secretary handed it to him; not because it came from his estranged brother, but because it was enclosed in a smooth, gold envelope and had even a luxurious fragrance of a perfume still on it.

"He badly needed my help, if this is how he gave the letter to me," Darwin muttered as he opened it with a letter opener, the knife glinting as the fluorescent bulb cast its light onto it.

Dearest Brother,

You know me as a casino buddy, don't you? Well, I saw you last night with a sexy chick. Don't lie to me, Darwin. I know you for being the 'women's man'.

My point is, you know how people thrive inside the world of gambling. So, I'd like to make a proposition..."

Darwin halted while reading it. God above, his brother is one hell of a shrewd gambler.

His wristwatch rang, a signal for his break time. Darwin was debating if he's going to spend his break time reading the letter from his half-brother or should he have a coffee at Starbucks.

Five minutes later, he decided to do both. Sitting near the window while drinking a macchiato grande, he continued to read his brother's letter.

So, I'd like to make a proposition.

You will finance me with my gambling for twelve consecutive months. Every time I win, I will give 50% to you so that I can pay less after 12 months. If I don't, then the money I owe to you is as is.

After the twelve months, I'll pay you gradually with all I can. If I have given you half of my winnings at that time, then the remaining debt is all I need to pay. Mark my words.

If, under any unpleasant circumstances should something happen to me, a woman shall be the payment.

No, she will not be going to pay my debts. She will BE the payment of my debts.

Don't worry, brother. She's one hell of a sexy chick; much sexier than the woman you brought with you yesterday.

This will be all, and hope to hear from you as soon as possible.

With love,

D.G.

Darwin had read the letter now thrice. Unable to decide, he set the letter aside.

But a picture slid out.

He took one look at the picture and knew then. He knew that his half-brother wasn't lying about the collateral he'll be giving, about the woman he will be giving as the collateral.

An hour later, Darwin grabbed his fountain pen and a paper. He wrote all the words that he had decided to reply—his own terms and conditions pertaining to the proposition and about the collateral.

The collateral. It was a woman. A damn, beautiful, voluptuous woman.

His brother had prompted him to do business. And so he will do business.

He is a freaking, darn wealthy businessman, perhaps his brother had forgotten.

And anyone who does business with Darwin Gray will do either of these things: surrender or obey.