All Chapters of Married To The Cruel Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

SELENE The maids helped me out of the limo, their hands gentle yet firm as though I might collapse at any moment. I felt as if my body were moving on autopilot, my feet touching the ground but not quite connecting. My eyes lifted to the cathedral before me, its towering spires stretching high into the grey morning sky. The cold stone façade looked more like a prison than a place of sanctity, its heavy doors open wide, inviting me into my fate. The weight in my chest doubled. I swallowed hard, trying to steady the trembling in my hands. The air was cool, yet I felt a bead of sweat trail down my back. Each step toward the entrance felt like a step closer to the end of everything I had ever imagined for myself. Inside, the air was thick with a heavy solemnity. Rows upon rows of unfamiliar faces turned toward me, their curious gazes piercing through my carefully constructed mask. Strangers, all of them. Not a single face offered the comfort of recognition. The decorations were stun

SELENEThe ride home was quiet, the kind of silence that felt oppressive. I sat stiffly, my hands folded in my lap, staring out the window as the city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white.The depressing thoughts settled in my chest like a heavy weight. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms as my mind spun in circles. How had it come to this? How had I been roped into a life I didn’t choose?“Selene,” Adrien’s deep voice broke through my thoughts, startling me.I turned my head slightly to look at him. His eyes stayed on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting casually on the armrest. He didn’t look at me, but his tone carried an undercurrent of command.“What are you looking at?” he asked, his voice calm but firm.“Nothing,” I said quickly, returning my gaze to the window.He didn’t press further, and I was grateful for that. I wasn’t in the mood for a conversation, least of all with him.“You look beautiful,” he said suddenly, his voice softer

SELENEThe mirror in front of me reflected someone I barely recognized. My makeup was light, understated, but it did its job of hiding the restlessness that swirled inside me. I pressed my lips together, dabbed on a final touch of gloss, and smoothed the fabric of my dress for what felt like the hundredth time. With a resigned sigh, I grabbed my bag.This was my life now. A performance.When I reached the car park, Adrien was already inside the car, his face lit by the glow of his phone. His expression hardened the moment he looked up and saw me walking toward him. He didn’t even try to mask his irritation. Classic Adrien.I opened the passenger door, slid in, and before I could even settle into my seat, his sharp tone greeted me.“What took you so long?” His voice was low, clipped, and heavy with annoyance. “I gave you thirty minutes. You took almost an hour. I hate waiting.”I exhaled slowly and turned to face him. His perfectly tailored suit, his cool composure—everything about him

SELENEThe chill of the evening air clung to me as I stood frozen on the doorstep, staring at the closed door. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest and left to shatter on the cold, unwelcoming ground. He really did it. He threw me out. He wasn’t bluffing, wasn’t making an empty threat to scare me into submission. Adrien had made good on his word, and now here I was—locked outside, alone, like a discarded piece of trash.I clenched my arms around myself, the reality sinking in like a sharp blade to my ribs. This was my life now. This was what it meant to be with him. How had I let it come to this?The evening sky above was painted with shades of fading light, a soft pink bleeding into muted gray as the sun dipped further below the horizon. I stared at it, trying to focus on anything other than the heavy ache in my chest. The colors were beautiful, serene even, but they felt like a mockery of my turmoil.Tears pricked at the edges of my eyes, but I swallowed hard, refusin

SELENEWhen I opened my eyes, the soft light in the room made me squint. Everything felt hazy, my head pounding faintly, my limbs heavy. For a moment, I didn’t even recognize where I was. Slowly, as my vision cleared, I realized I was in my room, lying on my bed.I tried to sit up, but my body protested, weak and sluggish. My mind scrambled to piece together what had happened. When did I fall asleep? The last thing I remembered was—Adrien.The argument. His cold, unyielding presence. The dizziness that had overwhelmed me. My body shutting down mid-protest. I pressed a hand to my forehead, wincing at the faint ache as the memory returned. He’d grabbed me, and I’d lost consciousness.I exhaled shakily, my gaze sweeping the room. That’s when I noticed it. A drip stand stood by the side of the bed, an IV attached to my arm. I stared at it, bewildered, and then noticed a small tray on the table nearby, lined with medical supplies I didn’t recognize.When did all of this get here?The door