Semua Bab My Stone-Hearted Billionaire Husband: Bab 191 - Bab 200

“So… did you miss me that much?” Kourtney asked as she stared deep into his icy blue eyes while playing with his left ear.Sebastian chuckled, a dark, sinful sound.“Baby, you have no idea what you do to me.” His voice was a low rumble, sending shivers down her spine.She bit her lip, trying to hide how much his words affected her.His gaze dropped to her lips, then lower, taking in the way her dress hugged her curves. “How am I supposed to focus on anything else when you’re sitting here, driving me wild?”The villa’s grand living room, with its high ceilings and polished marble floors, seemed to fade into the background, the servants’ quiet movements barely registering. It was just the two of them, caught in a bubble that made her skin tingle.“You’re not exactly subtle, Mr. Woods.”Sebastian’s grin widened, his voice glinting with that dangerous, playful edge that always made her “water” down there. “Subtle? Never been my style, Mrs. Woods.”His hands slid up her sides, slow and del

Scarlet’s wrist was bandaged from the slashes she’d made in her desperation to drown out the emotional agony with physical pain.An IV was dripped into her arm.Her mother, Eva Thompson, sat beside her, eyes red and puffy, clutching her hand tightly.“You’re awake,” she choked out, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Oh, thank God.“Scarlet hissed bitterly, then turned away, shame and anger bubbling inside her.They should have just let her die!She didn’t want pity.She didn’t want comfort.She wanted only Sebastian.She wanted her life back.“Sweetheart, why?” her mother whispered. “Why would you do this to yourself?”Scarlet’s lips parted, but no words came. She had nothing to say.How could she explain the emptiness, the rage, the obsession that consumed her?That Kourtney had taken everything, and Scarlet had nothing left: nothing but the burning need to reclaim what was hers.“Scarlet,” her mother said again, squeezing her hand. “You really scared us so much. What would people say

Whatever it took, Sheila would tear Kourtney down and reclaim her pride. The pride she lost when Kourtney flung a hand across her cheek in front of everybody at that afternoon tea party they held last time.She could never forget that incident because nobody, dead or alive had ever dared to hit her before, not even her parents or Grandpa Woods.Receiving a public slap from a nobody had to be the biggest humiliation of her entire life and she wouldn't let Kourtney go until she got her lick back.Once again, she imagined Kourtney’s fall: the headlines, the scandal, the shame, Sebastian’s disgust.Wouldn't that be so satisfying?She glanced at her mother, whose eyes mirrored her own venom. They didn’t need words; their shared hatred for Kourtney was a bond stronger than blood.Dana’s eyes seem to whisper. “We’ll handle her, darling. Trust me!”And that was all the motivation Sheila needed.….**********It was Wednesday morning, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Kourtney w

Kourtney pulled back, her eyes flicking between them, and she felt a pang in her chest. They were treating her differently already and she could feel her smile faltering. The rest of the office was still clapping, their voices overlapping with praise.“Kourtney, that gala was unreal! The way you pulled it off? Pure genius,” Jenna, another colleague who used to be among those who always antagonized her said with fake admiration.“You’re a legend,” added Tom, the IT guy, nodding like he’d just met a celebrity. “Skyline’s never had anything like it.”Kourtney nodded politely, but her mind was spinning. She was not dumb. And she certainly wasn't naive. A month ago, half of them barely said hi to her.They were not praising only because she killed the Silverstone… it was also because they now know about her new identity. It left a little bitter taste in her mouth.She glanced around, catching the nervous smiles, the way some of them avoided her eyes like they were scared of saying the wron

Sebastian set his coffee down, his mind already racing with this bright new idea.Why not build her an event management company? Her own brand, her own rules.He could see it now… the vision.Kourtney’s very own empire, built from the ground up, with her name in lights. The thought sent a thrill through him, his possessive instincts flaring. He was a man of action, and once an idea took root, he didn’t wait.“Jamie!” he called, his deep voice cutting through the silence of his office.Jamie, always ready and waiting for his next task quickly came through the door, tablet in hand. “Yes, sir?”“Get me the contact for that real estate guy, the one who found the downtown estate last month. I need a prime location for a new business venture. And call my lawyer, tell him to start drafting papers for a company under my wife’s name,” Sebastian’s tone was all business, but his eyes gleamed with excitement.This was going to be the ultimate surprise, a gift to show Kourtney how much he believed