All Chapters of My Stone-Hearted Billionaire Husband: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Kourtney’s cheeks burned hot as realization dawned upon her. She knew him so well already. It wasn't hard to connect the dots.His words were a subtle reminder that what he really desired right now had nothing to do with dinner; it was her.This man!He was always in the mood.Oh, how he could twist her inside out with just one teasing phrase!“I—I’ll go take a shower!” she stammered.It was amusing how easily he could unbalance her. It didn’t take much for Sebastian to evoke these feelings in her. She didn’t even turn to look back as she hurried toward the stairs with a red face.Sebastian chuckled softly, watching with amusement as Kourtney ran up the stairs like a scared little kitten. She was always adorable when flustered, but it only fueled his craving.It made him want her even more!And right now, the more pressing concern for him was the growing hardness of his

When Kourtney finally arrived at the venue of the event, it was already noon. The Silverstone Gala would be starting in less than six hours, as the red carpet unveiling was set for 6 PM.She was so damn late!As she got out of the car, she could feel her head being served on a food platter, especially since she was the head planner.Rushing through the entrance, her heart raced in her chest. “Kourt, are you insane? Where the hell have you been?” Irina was the first to spot her. Her tone was filled with disbelief and urgency.“I...I’m sorry. I…I lost track of time!” Kourtney stammered, trying to catch her breath.“Lost track of time? On your biggest day ever?!” Irina’s voice rose, and Kourtney winced.She knew Irina didn’t mean to be harsh, but the pressure was boiling over.A pit of anxiety settled in her stomach.Inside her head, she could hear herself cursing Sebastian with the most aggressive curse words she knew. If it hadn’t been for the man, she wouldn’t be in this mess, scrambl

Meanwhile, Kourtney couldn't help but notice the appearance of more wrinkles on Aunt Denise’s face. It seemed to have more lines than she remembered….like she had aged over 10 years in the past week.Oh, how Denise must hate how glamorous she looked tonight. The thought brought an inward smirk; she felt like a phoenix rising from the ashes, while Denise had probably never moved past her own miseries.And she was shameless enough to question her presence here.It was almost laughable how her own family had no idea she was the mastermind behind this event.Her mind whirled as she wondered what their reaction would be if they found out she was the head planner of this very event.Would her dad feel ashamed for the way he'd treated her?Would he finally recognize that she had in fact built a name for herself—one that was not tied to their family?Would her parents be regretful?Would they regret dismissing her career while supporting Kathlyn’s?Speaking of her sister, Kourtney noticed she

The entire Woods household was present down to their head servant, Madame Collins.‘These people were indeed weird,” Kourtney thought.It was like they turned the red carpet into their regular house events and weird tea parties.She swallowed hard, reminding herself that hiding here wouldn't solve anything. They were still going to see her anyway.Yet, even as the Woods family paraded down the red carpet, she found herself paralyzed with indecision.These were the same people she had previously spent the weekend in the mansion but she dared not to join them over there on the red carpet.She should be out there with them—her husband’s family and her chance to step into this world. But she felt like a girl playing dress-up in a world that was far too big for her.To sum it all up, her husband wasn't even with them.Sebastian!He still wasn’t here yet!However it wasn't surprising to anyone because Sebastian rarely attended the red carpet with his family at any big events. He was always

“Honestly, Sheila? I just thought I’d wear something nice for the gala. Not everyone needs approval to feel good about themselves,” she shot back, attempting to keep her voice steady.“Please! Who’s going to notice you? He didn't even bother to acknowledge your existence. You’d think he’d at least do something with all that effort you put into your look,” Sheila leaned in to mock into Kourtney's ears, trying not to raise more suspicion from her friends.Kourtney’s heart sank deeper at Sheila's words, the sting of the truth cutting through the “unbothered girl” facade she tried so hard to project. Why was she subjected to this? Incensed, she retorted, “You’re just bitter because you can’t stand that I’m comfortable in my own skin. I'm not insecure about my looks like others!” Sheila’s expression darkened, the jealousy boiling into new heights. While she and her friends walked around in overpriced outfits that felt too much, Kourtney had simply shone without even trying. That though