Semua Bab Falling In Love with my Cold Billionaire Husband: Bab 1 - Bab 5

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,

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

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