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
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 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 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
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
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
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
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 had no idea how I managed to survive breakfast.Maybe it was because I was too flustered, too caught up in the storm swirling inside my chest, that I didn’t even taste a single thing I ate. Sure, my body was moving, going through the motions—but my mind? It was everywhere but the kitchen. Even the maids kept sneaking glances at me, probably wondering why I was gripping my spoon like I was about to stab someone with it.And that someone was Sebastian.I could still see him. That image—him stepping out of the bathroom, half-naked, water dripping from his abs like some cruel torture advertisement—was permanently burned into my brain.I should’ve been immune to him by now, right?Wrong.Because somehow, just that glimpse of his skin stirred something in me. Something that felt... alive. Awake. Like I’d been numb for so long, and someone suddenly snapped their fingers and dragged me into a world where I could feel again.No. I shook my head. I shouldn’t be thinking like this
Eloise’s POVI’m such an idiot!Why did I even react like that?More importantly, why was he acting like that?Just because I didn’t tell him I got a job?I shook my head and quickly splashed water onto my face from the faucet.I feel like my entire face turned red because of it.He was trying to buy me.Was he even serious?Ever since I agreed to this deal, I was already bought by the Everharts.Being married to him now only confirmed it.I walked out of the bathroom after drying my face with a towel.Good thing I had a bed set up in here. At least I wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor tonight.Still, even with that, I had no plans of going back to that bedroom.Just as I expected—I barely got any sleep last night.So frustrating!Why did Sebastian have to decide to sleep here of all nights?I grabbed my phone to check the time, and my eyes widened.It was already seven in the morning?!I’m late!I rushed to my feet and burst out of the craft room.Because I was in such a hurry, I co
Sebastian’s POVHer reaction? Exactly what I expected.The glare in her eyes, the way her lips parted in disbelief, and the tension in her body—it only made me want to push her buttons more.I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I should’ve let her go when she stood up from the bed. But something about the way she snapped at me… something about how she tried to escape again…It got to me.Celeste had been pushing me away since day one.And now that I was finally facing the fact that she was doing something behind my back, I couldn’t just sit still.I needed to know.“You’re insane,” she hissed at me, her voice shaking—not from fear, but from rage.“You really think everything can be solved by money, huh? That you can just throw your wealth around and fix things?”I didn’t answer.Instead, I stayed where I was, eyes locked with hers.I could feel the heat between us—not just from proximity, but from all the unspoken tension that had been building for days.“Get off me, Sebastian,” she sa
Eloise’s POVI’d been tossing and turning in bed for a while now.I couldn’t tell whether I was more annoyed with myself or with Sebastian. I still couldn’t believe he found out about my new job—and just like I expected, he didn’t like it.But why? What does he want me to do? Just sit here in his house and rot? Just because I agreed to marry him doesn’t mean I’m going to let my life go to waste playing the role of his wife.What I couldn’t wrap my head around, though, was why he looked so affected.When I glanced beside me, he was still there. Lying down, yes, but his eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling.For the first time in our short, awkward marriage, he actually decided to sleep in this house. And honestly? I felt weird about it. I wasn’t used to having someone beside me in bed.I stayed turned on my side, trying to keep my distance, but I couldn’t take it anymore.I sat up and was about to get out of bed when—“Where are you going?”I closed my eyes for a second and le
Sebastian’s POVShe’s working?I stared at the folder in my hands as if it might suddenly explain itself. Designs, schedules, lists of names—some were crossed out, some had notes beside them. Each page revealed a different aspect of a world I had no idea she was part of.What the hell was this?Savarre Studios. The name rang no bells. I would’ve known if she had applied for a job. I would’ve noticed if she started working—unless she deliberately kept it from me.I clenched my jaw.Was this what she’d been sneaking out for? Hiding from me like I was some stranger? Since when did she need to keep secrets?Putting the folder back down, I paced the room in silence.My wife was hiding something from me. That wasn’t just a random guess now—it was fact. And even worse, she planned it. She didn’t just stumble into a job. She made space in her life for it, slipped away every day, lied about it, and never once thought I deserved to know.What the hell happened to trust?I stopped in front of th
Sebastian’s POVI frowned as I replayed the CCTV footage of our house.It had been days since I last went home to Celeste. I hadn’t seen her since—partly because I had been busy too.But she had been going out every single day.She would leave early in the morning and return late at night.What made it even more suspicious was that she didn’t bring Bricks with her.Last I checked, she never said anything about having somewhere to go.Was she that upset with me that she couldn’t even bother to tell me?I exhaled deeply and leaned back against my swivel chair.“Marcus,” I called out.Marcus, who had been reading a report, immediately looked up.“Yes, sir?”“Can you check what my wife has been doing lately? Seems like she’s been busy.”Marcus set down the papers in his hand and stood.“Alright, sir. I’ll call her driver.”I gave a small nod.Since the last time I saw Celeste, I couldn’t get her out of my head.Especially with that woman at the auction who looked exactly like her.I could
Eloise’s POVI couldn’t help but squeal when I read the email from Savarre Studios.I’m hired!“Oh my God! I’m hired!” I repeated excitedly.I was about to jump up and down when my bedroom door suddenly burst open. I froze and looked toward it.“Mrs. Whitmore?! What’s wrong?!” Lucy asked in a panic.I laughed when I saw the worried look on her face. I stood up and held her hands.“Lucy! I got the job!” I said with a huge grin.Her brows furrowed even more. “Hired? What do you mean hired?”“I’m going to be a fashion designer! I got accepted into Ms. Savarre’s company!”Lucy’s face twisted slightly in confusion. “R-Really? I thought something bad happened to you, Eloise. You really scared me.”I laughed at her reaction. She was clearly worried, and I even saw her take a deep breath when I explained it was just about my job.“Nothing’s wrong! But thank you for worrying about me.”“Congratulations, Eloise. But… does Sir know?”I froze. The excitement I felt began to fade the moment she
"Celeste?"I stared at the woman whose hand was still raised, holding a card number. She was wearing a thin half-mask, but there was no way I could be mistaken. After all those nights of watching Celeste sleep, I had memorized every inch of her face. But something felt different about her today."I thought I told you not to let anyone bother my wife?" I asked Marcus.I turned to him for a second. His brows furrowed. "Yes, sir. Your wife is currently at home."I looked ba
Sebastian’s POV"The auction will start at 8 p.m., Sir. Should I ask your wife to get ready?"I glanced at Marcus, who was seated in the front seat.I sighed and looked outside the window.After everything that happened, I decided to leave her alone for now. I haven’t even asked Bricks for any updates about her. I just wanted to give her space—or maybe give myself a break from overthinking.I didn’t understand it myself, but lately… she just wouldn’t leave my mind.