Sebastian’s POVI watched as my wife walked away from me.I didn’t know why, but for the first time, I felt uncertain about my own actions.It was true—she enjoyed the attention, just as she always had. But this time, instead of pleasure, I saw something else in her eyes.Pain.But why?I let out a sigh and turned around.Running a hand through my hair, I shook my head in frustration.Annoyed, I left the party and went straight back to the penthouse.As I sipped my whiskey, Celeste’s image lingered in my mind.There was something different about her.From the first time I met her, she had always been the same.I used to see her at clubs while investigating her. She thrived in the attention men gave her.She craved compliments and admiration.I had seen it in her eyes—how they sparkled when she danced in the middle of a crowd, surrounded by men. How they touched her, and how she never seemed to mind.But today… something had changed.Something… innocent.The thought was absurd. It wasn
Eloise’s POVI woke up the next morning with a pounding headache.It wasn’t just my head—my whole body ached.I must have slept on my stomach all night.I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, and the memories of what Sebastian said to me came rushing back.He might as well have called me a paid woman.Was that how low he thought of me? Or maybe… he meant Celeste?But even if that were the case, why did it still hurt this much?I hated how affected I was by his words. More so because they came from him.What I couldn’t understand was why he acted that way.He was sweet one moment, then suddenly cold, throwing cruel words at me.I shook my head and forced myself to get up.I went straight to the bathroom and took a cold shower.By the time I got dressed and peeked out the window, the sun was already high in the sky. No wonder I was starting to feel h
I adjusted my thick, black-rimmed glasses, squinting to get a clearer view of the woman speaking on stage. Catching my reflection in the glass wall beside me, the striking similarity between us couldn't have been more obvious. That was what they always made sure I remembered.Even though a few people still complimented me, despite my simple, casual dress at this grand event, I could never believe I’d ever stand out the way she did. And honestly? I didn’t want to outshine the woman of the hour.“Thank you all for coming to my event,” Celeste Everhart, my sister, said, adopted sister to be exact. Her sweet, melodic voice echoing through the grand hall.I smiled a bit. I’ve always adored her voice — soft, confident, and charming. Everything about Celeste was captivating. She exuded confidence and grace that people couldn’t help but love.That I can never do or be. So, I silently support her from the side. “Tonight marks the start of something new in my life. I want to thank my father,
I stood frozen in the doorway, my breath caught in my throat. It felt like my head was swelling, my vision narrowing as I stared at the bed. It was like a nightmare—except I was wide awake. How could they do this to me? Celeste was the first to notice me. She lifted her head, an infuriatingly slow smirk curling her lips, as if she found the entire situation amusing. “Oh, look who’s here.” Adrian turned to face me, and for a second, I expected guilt, maybe even surprise. But he didn’t flinch. Not even a little. Instead, he leaned back lazily, his lips curving into a smirk as he adjusted the blanket draped over his lower half, not even bothering to cover himself properly. “Eloise,” he drawled, amusement lacing his voice. “I didn’t expect you to come here. You should’ve texted me first.” His voice was light, casual—like I was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. The cake box slipped from my hands, landing with a dull thud on the floor. But the real mess, the real disaster,
My breath hitched as I stared at the images on the screen. Each brushstroke, every delicate detail — I knew them by heart. I had poured hours, days, even years into those pieces.They were mine.A reporter stepped forward, microphone in hand."Celeste, your debut gallery has taken the art world by storm. Especially this piece at the center. Some critics are already comparing your work to a genius contemporary artist, Ellaine Laurant. How does it feel to receive such high praise?"Celeste feigned humility, pressing a hand to her chest with a dazzling smile. "Oh, I’m truly honored. I never imagined my work would be received this well."My fingers dug into the sheets, my nails biting into the fabric as rage bubbled in my chest.Another reporter asked, "Your pieces have such depth, such emotion. Especially this piece at the center. Can you tell us what inspires you to paint this scorched landscape? It looks like it has debris from after the fire. But look… the single dandelion blooming a
I woke up feeling like my head was being split in two. It was so heavy, and it felt like I couldn’t even open my eyes.I felt like I’d been run over by a truck.“Ouch…” I groaned, pressing a hand to my forehead.I swear I’m never drinking again!But slowly, the memories of yesterday started coming back. I forced my eyes open and stared at the ceiling.Right. My golden sister stole my paintings.How dare she?But what could I even do? Our parents would just take her side — they always did — no matter how hard I fought.Besides, it was just a painting. I could always make more. But it still hurt.Adrian gave them to her, knowing how much those paintings meant to me. Did I really mean so little to him?My thoughts were cut off when my phone started ringing. Eyes still shut, I reached out to my bedside table and answered without even checking who was calling.“Hello?” I croaked.“Eloise! Where the hell are you?! Did you forget I told you to come home today?!”My entire body jolted awake a
Sebastian’s POVI stared blankly at the tablet screen, my vision darkening with every passing second as I watched the woman speaking confidently in front of the crowd.It was her — Celeste Everhart. My bride.I still couldn’t believe it had come to this — that I had to marry her. Or anyone, for that matter.If it weren’t for my father’s insistence that I settle down, I would never have agreed to this ridiculous deal. He favored my stepbrother so much that he thought I should be the one to suffer instead of him. Even though they were the ones who created this problem—spreading rumors that weren’t true. Now, my father thinks I needed to get married to a respectful family to save our family’s tarnished reputation. What a dumb idea.I could have refused — I didn’t need his fortune. I could stand on my own. But I wasn’t about to let his other family leech off his money and power.And Celeste Everhart was the only “suitable” bride available. Naturally, my father chose her.The Everharts
“What?! And what did you say?” Mia asked, her eyes wide in disbelief. As expected, Mia was completely shocked by my news. Honestly, I still couldn’t believe it myself — that I was getting married to someone I didn’t even know. “Do I have a choice?” I said, hugging myself tightly. Mia stood up from the couch and began pacing the living room of my apartment, her frustration obvious. “You shouldn’t agree to this, Eloise! This is your life we’re talking about! This isn’t just some event where you stand in for her like before — this is marriage!” I avoided her gaze. Mia knew everything going on in my life — she was the only person I could confide in. “I know,” I whispered. “But if I don’t do this… what happens to the orphanage? Because of my connection to Everharts, I’ve been able to help them. Mother Celine’s treatment at the hospital — it’s all because of their money. I can’t just turn my back on them, Mia. They’re my only family.” Mia let out a frustrated sigh and sat besid
Eloise’s POVI woke up the next morning with a pounding headache.It wasn’t just my head—my whole body ached.I must have slept on my stomach all night.I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, and the memories of what Sebastian said to me came rushing back.He might as well have called me a paid woman.Was that how low he thought of me? Or maybe… he meant Celeste?But even if that were the case, why did it still hurt this much?I hated how affected I was by his words. More so because they came from him.What I couldn’t understand was why he acted that way.He was sweet one moment, then suddenly cold, throwing cruel words at me.I shook my head and forced myself to get up.I went straight to the bathroom and took a cold shower.By the time I got dressed and peeked out the window, the sun was already high in the sky. No wonder I was starting to feel h
Sebastian’s POVI watched as my wife walked away from me.I didn’t know why, but for the first time, I felt uncertain about my own actions.It was true—she enjoyed the attention, just as she always had. But this time, instead of pleasure, I saw something else in her eyes.Pain.But why?I let out a sigh and turned around.Running a hand through my hair, I shook my head in frustration.Annoyed, I left the party and went straight back to the penthouse.As I sipped my whiskey, Celeste’s image lingered in my mind.There was something different about her.From the first time I met her, she had always been the same.I used to see her at clubs while investigating her. She thrived in the attention men gave her.She craved compliments and admiration.I had seen it in her eyes—how they sparkled when she danced in the middle of a crowd, surrounded by men. How they touched her, and how she never seemed to mind.But today… something had changed.Something… innocent.The thought was absurd. It wasn
Third-Person POV"That bitch! Does she really think she's better than me?!" Lucille spat angrily.Her brows nearly met as rage consumed her. Even now, she couldn't believe that Eloise had outshined her.It wasn’t even a real competition, yet she still couldn't accept losing."Her painting wasn’t even that good! What did Grandpa see in it?!" she fumed, taking a long sip of her wine.Angelo sighed, lounging on the couch. Across from him, his mother, Agatta, sat quietly, listening to Lucille’s rants.They had retreated to a private room, leaving the party guests behind."Relax, Lucille. It was just a friendly competition," Angelo said.Lucille whirled to face him, her glare sharp."Friendly competition? You don't understand, Angelo! I lost! Not just in front of everyone—but to Sebastian and Grandpa!" she blurted.She strode toward them and slumped into a single-seater sofa, crossing her
My heart pounded as I stood in front of the painting I had just completed.Everyone was eagerly waiting to see what we had created.I glanced at Lucille, who was still smirking, her arms crossed over her chest, exuding confidence.“Well, well, well. Let’s see your pieces now!” Angelo announced, sounding like the host of an event.Lucille immediately raised her hands.“Let me go first!” she said excitedly.I remained silent, standing still as I watched them. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Sebastian’s worried gaze.I knew he had no faith in me. He was probably afraid I would embarrass myself.But I was not Celeste.I was confident in my art, even if I didn’t win today.Lucille turned to me with a smirk.“Are you ready to lose, Celeste?” she taunted.I gave her a small smile.“Good luck, Lucille,” I said.She rolled her eyes and lifted her painting. With the he
I was taken aback when Angelo suggested it.Not because I was afraid, but because I wasn’t used to painting in front of an audience.Sebastian cleared his throat.“I don’t think it’s necessary, Angelo,” he said.Angelo smirked.“Why? Afraid your wife will lose?” he taunted, clearly mocking not just me but Sebastian as well.I couldn't help but sense the tension between them. There was definitely bad blood.Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, and I immediately noticed the way his jaw clenched.“You know your stepbrother, dear. He’s always been afraid of everything,” Agatta added with a sneer.I swallowed hard. They were deliberately provoking him.I was about to speak, but before I could, Lucille interjected.“I don’t think Sebastian is afraid,” she said, feigning concern. “I’m sure he’s just worried his wife will embarrass herself. For all we know, she didn’t even paint those artworks.”My brow arche
Sebastian’s frown never left his face the entire time we were together. He also never left my side.I wanted to talk to him about what he said earlier, but I chose to stay silent instead.I could feel it—he was angry.And besides, I couldn't stop thinking about that woman from earlier.Lucille Johnson.I wasn’t familiar with her, but I knew the Johnsons.Like the Whitmores and the Everharts, they were a prominent family.A wealthy and influential one.I wonder why she looked so shocked when she found out I was Sebastian’s wife.The party started.Guests began swarming the front, eager to greet the birthday celebrant.“Come on. Let’s greet my grandfather.”Before I could even react, Sebastian grabbed my hand and pulled me forward.The people near the front instinctively stepped aside, making way for an elderly man seated in an imposing chair—almost like a throne.His appearance bore the clear marks of age—wrinkled skin and white hair—but his posture remained strong, his aura commanding
Eloise’s POVI blinked rapidly when I saw Sebastian.His jaw was clenched, his sharp gaze locked onto the man who had his arm around me earlier. His grip on the man's wrist was tight, yanking it away from me with force.Honestly, I hadn’t expected them to approach me so suddenly, let alone hug me out of nowhere.I had politely asked them to let me go, but the man had insisted on talking to me.I could tell something was off about them. I could smell the alcohol on their breath.Thankfully, Sebastian saw me.I felt relieved.But when he turned to me, the fury in his eyes didn’t waver.I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling uneasy.“Didn’t you learn to stay away from someone else’s wife?” Sebastian asked coldly.The man blinked, his eyes widening in shock as he finally realized who Sebastian was.“M-Mr. Whitmore! We’re sorry! We didn’t know she was your wife!” he stammered.Sebastian shoved him away aggressively.“Now you do!”The men scrambled to leave, disappearing into the crowd.I swall
Sebastian’s POV I arrived early at the Grand Hotel. The place was already crowded, and I had spoken to several people. As expected, my wife wasn’t here yet. I just hoped she wouldn’t be late this time. This was an important event. My grandfather—the elder of the Whitmore family—was a man of dignity and authority. We all respected him. Most of the decisions concerning our family came from him. “Sebastian!” I turned to the side when I heard a familiar voice. Lucille Johnson. The only daughter of the Johnson family. The Johnsons had been longtime family friends, and ever since we were young, Lucille had made it clear that she liked me. I turned to her. “Lucille.” “Oh, Sebastian! I missed you!” she said, throwing her arms around me as if we weren’t in the middle of a formal event. I smirked slightly and casually removed her hands from me. “I didn’t know you were back already.” Lucille smiled sweetly. “I wouldn’t miss your grandfather’s birthday. Plus, I’ve been hearing rum
Eloise’s POVWhat the f*ck was that?I still couldn’t forget the way he acted last night.I saw the anger in his eyes—undeniable and intense.But why?I knew he wasn’t talking about me.And as far as I could remember, Celeste had never met him before.Sebastian Whitmore was notoriously elusive. There weren’t even photos of him online.I had a feeling that something had happened between him and Celeste—something unresolved.And now, I had no choice but to bear the consequences because he thought I was my adoptive sister.I took a deep breath and shook my head.I needed to stop overthinking and focus on my painting.Maybe I should just ignore him.I prepared a fresh canvas and set up my painting materials. This would be my first painting in this house.But then—The door to my craft room suddenly swung open.I froze mid-motion as Sebastian walked in.A strange unease settled in my stomach the moment I saw his expression—his brows furrowed, his lips pressed into a hard line.Did I do som