Contracted to My Ex's Cold Brother

“Have you really thought this through?” Roxanne’s question hung in the air, soft and almost hesitant. Eloise raised her coffee cup to her lips, allowing the rising steam to warm her face before she softly uttered, "Yes, I believe it is time.” Roxanne Brooke was not just Eloise’s childhood best friend; she was also one of the most esteemed divorce attorneys in the city, and effectively, Eloise's boss. People from all over the world regularly sought out her expertise for highly complex legal cases. Sitting across the table, Roxanne studied Eloise closely, her gaze holding a delicate mix of professional pride and worry. They had grown up dreaming of changing the world together, side by side. But while Eloise had stumbled blindly into love and heartbreak, Roxanne had climbed unerringly toward her goals, cementing her status as one of the absolute best in her field. Yet, in this moment, she remained patient and gentle, treating Eloise as if she were still that scared little girl

Damien stared at her, his eyes having turned completely cold, disbelief written all over with his pride shattered. Never in his life had he thought Eloise would walk in one day and throw divorce papers at him. He didn't understand when she became like this. Eloise straightened. “Anyways,” she glanced at Damien. “See you soon, in the court.” She turned toward the door, to leave... “So you want a divorce, huh? Fine then!” This time, Damien’s pride spoke. He took a pen and angrily scrawled his name on the paper, throwing it at her. Eloise caught it swiftly in hand. Good, she'll have no hazard. “No, Damien!” Selene’s voice cracked. “Don't do this! What are you doing? She is your wife!” “Oh, don't worry, she didn't know this world at all. She'll just crawl back to me at the end of the day.” His voice was laced with arrogance, and relentless confidence. Too proud that he didn't even bother saying those words right before her. Eloise didn't react. She felt she deserved this much. A

ELOISE He was resting against the wall, attired in the hospital gown. He looked relaxed, almost careless. For a moment, neither of us spoke, until… "Well, well, look who's here." he said at last, pushing himself off the wall and straightening. “That was expected.” His lips curved into a slow, familiar smile, one that used to warm my heart even just forty-two hours earlier. But now, only disgust crawled beneath my skin. “You look…” he paused briefly, as though searching for the right word, “…worse than usual.” I didn't react immediately and let the silence stretch between us. It didn't feel uncomfortable; if anything, it felt strangely distant to me. “So, this is what it comes down to?” he continued. His expression settled into that confident, almost amused look I knew too well. “You stormed out, made a scene, threw divorce papers at me… and then you came running back here?” He chuckled slowly, “Oh Eloise, the forever drama queen.” He made no effort to conceal the

ELOISE I gazed at the lavish villa right before my eyes. It exuded a sense of tranquility, as if life within its walls had always been exceptionally serene. For others perhaps, not for me though. If this place had ever held any meaning for me, that was solely for Grandpa, the only person who ever truly cared for me. I let out a quiet sigh. My fingers clenched hard at my side as I walked inside. Everything was exactly as I remembered it. Except, it didn’t feel like home. Well, it never did. The moment I entered the living room, I realized almost every family member was there. My mother sat rigidly on the couch. My father stood near the window, his back partially turned. My aunt, Riley sat off to the side, and beside her was Liana, her daughter, with a sneer on her lips. Of course, she had always been a tail to Selene. “Well,” my mother said, breaking the silence as she looked me over from head to toe. “You finally decided to show up.” I didn't respond immediatel

ELOISE The morning had barely settled when my phone lit up with numerous calls. Damien's name flashed on the screen like a potent glue that refused to fade out of my life.I ignored the first couple of calls, but he relentlessly kept going. Eventually, I was forced to answer with much reluctance.“What the f**k is wrong with you!?” His voice rang through instantly, the moment I answered, almost deafening me in the process.“Why are Diego and my clothes here!?” He roared again. I almost felt the heat of his rage through the screen.My brows furrowed in annoyance. Shouldn't he be happy that I didn't pester anymore? What is he angry about?"We're divorced, and Diego chose you, so why would I keep your things in my place?" My reply was nonchalant. “Besides, I'll renovate my place, so I need to discard unnecessary items.” This part, I just made up. On the other hand, I felt it's a good idea.“Eloise!” His rage burst through the call. “Don't f**k with me! Just take these things back!” "