Semua Bab Falling In Love with my Cold Billionaire Husband: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I stood frozen in the doorway, my breath caught in my throat. It felt like my head was swelling, my vision narrowing as I stared at the bed. It was like a nightmare—except I was wide awake. How could they do this to me? Celeste was the first to notice me. She lifted her head, an infuriatingly slow smirk curling her lips, as if she found the entire situation amusing. “Oh, look who’s here.” Adrian turned to face me, and for a second, I expected guilt, maybe even surprise. But he didn’t flinch. Not even a little. Instead, he leaned back lazily, his lips curving into a smirk as he adjusted the blanket draped over his lower half, not even bothering to cover himself properly. “Eloise,” he drawled, amusement lacing his voice. “I didn’t expect you to come here. You should’ve texted me first.” His voice was light, casual—like I was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. The cake box slipped from my hands, landing with a dull thud on the floor. But the real mess, the real disaster,

I woke up feeling like my head was being split in two. It was so heavy, and it felt like I couldn’t even open my eyes.I felt like I’d been run over by a truck.“Ouch…” I groaned, pressing a hand to my forehead.I swear I’m never drinking again!But slowly, the memories of yesterday started coming back. I forced my eyes open and stared at the ceiling.Right. My golden sister stole my paintings.How dare she?But what could I even do? Our parents would just take her side — they always did — no matter how hard I fought.Besides, it was just a painting. I could always make more. But it still hurt.Adrian gave them to her, knowing how much those paintings meant to me. Did I really mean so little to him?My thoughts were cut off when my phone started ringing. Eyes still shut, I reached out to my bedside table and answered without even checking who was calling.“Hello?” I croaked.“Eloise! Where the hell are you?! Did you forget I told you to come home today?!”My entire body jolted awake a

“What?! And what did you say?” Mia asked, her eyes wide in disbelief. As expected, Mia was completely shocked by my news. Honestly, I still couldn’t believe it myself — that I was getting married to someone I didn’t even know. “Do I have a choice?” I said, hugging myself tightly. Mia stood up from the couch and began pacing the living room of my apartment, her frustration obvious. “You shouldn’t agree to this, Eloise! This is your life we’re talking about! This isn’t just some event where you stand in for her like before — this is marriage!” I avoided her gaze. Mia knew everything going on in my life — she was the only person I could confide in. “I know,” I whispered. “But if I don’t do this… what happens to the orphanage? Because of my connection to Everharts, I’ve been able to help them. Mother Celine’s treatment at the hospital — it’s all because of their money. I can’t just turn my back on them, Mia. They’re my only family.” Mia let out a frustrated sigh and sat besid

Living with Sebastian was slowly becoming comfortable. I set up my craft room, where I spent my time painting. It was easy for me to adjust because Sebastian was rarely home. He only came back when he felt like it, and even at night, he was often absent. We’d been married for two weeks already, but we hadn’t even shared a bed. Not that I was hoping for it to happen — but it was strange. Today, I decided to go out for the first time since getting married. I went to the market first. Sebastian had given me a card I could use to buy whatever I wanted. At first, I felt embarrassed about using it, but I thought I could put it to good use — buying things for the caretakers instead. Brick came with me that day. He was always with me whenever I went out — my driver and my bodyguard. I bought food and new supplies for the staff who were still recovering in the hospital — and some fresh white lilies for Mother Celine. White lilies were her favorite, so I always brought them whenever I visite

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