บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Darkest Desire: Marrying My Brother-in-law : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

I glared at him sharply, pulling my dress back into place, my movements deliberate and precise. Before I could say anything, I heard him mutter a crisp curse under his breath. "You kissed me..." he said, his voice low, almost incredulous. I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. "So?" His jaw clenched as he pointed at me. "You kissed me with tongue, Eloise! What the hell was that?" I smirked, tilting my head. "Oh, relax. It was just a little experiment. I was proving a point—you're drunk." "I'm not drunk!" he barked, running a hand through his hair. "You—you can’t just do that!" "Why not?" I challenged, my tone calm but defiant. His eyes widened, his expression a mix of disbelief and frustration, as if I’d just cursed him to his core. "Why not?! You don’t know the hell I went through this whole day, Eloise—" "So what?" I snapped, cutting him off. "Does kissing you make it worse? Does it add to your so-called hell, Elijah?" He stared at me, his lips pressed into a t

ELOISE I woke up to the loud, relentless banging on my door. The noise echoed through the room, and all I could do was groan in frustration. I pulled the pillow over my ears, hoping to drown it out, but it was no use. Edmund's booming, angry voice cut through like a knife. "Eloise! Open this door right now!" I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I could just disappear. "Not today, old man," I muttered under my breath, pulling the pillow tighter over my head as if it could shield me from his booming voice. From outside, I heard one of the maids speak up, her voice soft but firm. "Sir, Ms. Eloise is still unwell. Perhaps it would be best to let her rest for now." My father’s response came sharp and impatient. "Unwell? She’s just making excuses! Tell her I won’t tolerate this laziness anymore! She needs to work for my company!" Their voices began to blur, fading into muffled echoes as I pressed the pillow harder against my ears. But it wasn’t enough to drown out the pounding in my

I could still feel his lips on my forehead. Not that I wanted to. It lingered like an unwelcome shadow, a reminder of something I didn’t ask for.The car slowed to a stop outside my office building, and I climbed in without much thought, tossing my bag onto the seat beside me. My sister's driver greeted me politely, but I barely nodded in response, my attention elsewhere. I was tired, my mind dulled by the weight of unfinished tasks and Elijah's unexpected gesture.I glanced at the blazer beside me. It was neatly folded, its rich fabric a stark contrast to the mess of papers and files I’d crammed into my bag. The faint scent of Elijah’s cologne clung to it, sharp and deliberate, much like the man himself.I leaned back against the seat, arms crossed. "I knew it—he has too much time to create drama," I muttered to myself, my tone dry.The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, but I ignored him. Elijah’s blazer sat there like it had its own presence, heavy and unavoidable. I

I was right outside Noel’s office, holding a stack of papers and mentally cursing my life choices, when his voice sliced through the silence. "Good morning, Miss Secretary." I didn’t even bother looking up. I kept my hands busy, sorting through the documents as if they were the most important thing in the world. "Morning," I muttered, my tone clipped. "You seem... cheerful today," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I finally looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just radiating joy, can't you tell?" He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. "I can see that. It’s refreshing, really." I rolled my eyes and went back to my task. "If you don’t need anything, maybe let me get back to my actual work?" "Oh, but I do need something," he said, his tone shifting to something more serious. I paused, glancing at him suspiciously. "What now?”"A smile like this." Noel grinned widely, like he was auditioning for a toothpaste commercial.

"Do you want to come with us? You can come." I stopped midway when I heard Uncle Sandro’s voice echo from the hallway. Who could he be talking to? The irritation in the other voice gave it away almost immediately. "Why would I come, Sandro? Aren’t you a little stupid? Why would I put Farah’s competition above my company?” Edmund. Of course. “Chill,” Uncle Sandro replied, his tone light. “You sound defensive.” I couldn’t help but smirk at that, amused by how easily Uncle Sandro could rile him up. I continued walking toward them, holding my composure. “Farah only has two tickets, Uncle Sandro," I said as I approached. "One for me and one for you. Let’s go.” I didn’t bother sparing Edmund a single glance as I walked past him, brushing off his presence like he was nothing more than air."Your father looks like he wants to come with us. We should have convinced him—" I stopped in my tracks, turning to look at Uncle Sandro with a sarcastic glare. "No, he's not," I said flatly