Semua Bab Married To The Cruel Billionaire : Bab 61 - Bab 70

SELENEI kept walking.I heard him call my name the first time, sharp and clear, cutting through the noise behind me.“Selene.”My steps didn’t slow.I heard it again, closer now. Faster. Like he was already moving.“Selene, wait.”His voice followed me down the hall, echoing between the walls, mixing with music and laughter and clinking glasses. The party didn’t stop just because I was falling apart. It kept breathing. Kept living.I didn’t look back.If I looked back, I knew I’d stop.If I stopped, I’d listen.If I listened, I’d let him explain.And I didn’t trust myself to survive whatever explanation he had.The sound of the party faded as I pushed through the doors, but it didn’t disappear. It followed me outside, muffled and distant, like a reminder that the world I was leaving was still very much alive without me.The cold hit me hard.It wasn’t gentle. It didn’t ease in.It slapped.My breath caught in my chest as the night air wrapped around me, sharp and biting against my sk

SELENEThe bass hit me the second I pushed through the doors.It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t polite. It slammed into my chest like it was mad at me for even breathing. The room was dark but full of flashing lights. Red. Blue. Purple. Faces came and went. Bodies moved close to each other, sweaty, loud, alive.No one knew me here.That was the point.I stood there for a second, just inside the club, letting the noise wash over me. Nobody stared. Nobody whispered my name. Nobody judged me. I was just another girl in a red dress under fake lights.I took a breath. A real one.“Good,” I whispered to myself. “Just blend in.”I headed straight for the bar.I didn’t even look around. I didn’t want to see couples. I didn’t want to see people holding hands. I didn’t want to see anyone who reminded me of what I had just left behind.The bartender looked up when I reached the counter.“What can I get you?” he asked, leaning closer so I could hear him over the music.“Something strong,” I said.He li

SELENEThe sound didn’t fade right away.It hung there, sharp and wrong, bouncing off the walls of the alley like the night itself didn’t know what to do with it.For a second, no one moved.Not me.Not them.The hand over my mouth loosened, then dropped. I sucked in air so hard my chest burned. My knees felt weak, like they might fold, but fear kept me upright. My back stayed pressed to the wall. Cold brick. Rough. Real.“What the hell was that?” one of them muttered.Another cursed under his breath. “You trying to scare us?”My ears rang. My heart was beating so loud I thought it might drown out everything else.Then I heard footsteps.Not rushed. Not unsure.Heavy. Fast. Certain.Coming from the mouth of the alley.The man who had been smiling at me turned first. His face shifted. That lazy grin cracked, just enough to show something mean underneath it.“Who’s there?” he snapped.A figure stepped into the dim light.Tall. Broad shoulders. Familiar walk. The way he carried himself l

******** The party didn’t stop just because they were gone. The music kept playing, loud and clean, rolling through the room in steady waves. Glasses clinked. Laughter rose and fell. Waiters moved smoothly between guests, trays balanced, smiles fixed. Everything looked exactly the way it was supposed to. At first. People were still talking. Still drinking. Still smiling for cameras. But the energy had begun to tilt, just slightly. Like a glass filled too close to the edge. The stage lights were on. Empty. That was the problem. Adrien and Selene were supposed to be there by now. Everyone knew it. The schedule had been clear. The couple would appear together. A short speech. A toast. A neat little moment to seal the night. Minutes passed. Then more. People started glancing toward the stage without realizing they were doing it. Conversations trailed off and picked back up again. Phones came out. Someone laughed a little too loudly. Mireille stood near the center of the room,

SELENE The sun had started to creep through the blinds when I finally stirred. The bed was warm beside me, but the space where Adrien lay was still heavy with his presence. I didn’t move right away. Instead, I just watched him. His chest rose and fell slowly, fingers curled against the pillow. A strand of hair fell across his forehead, and the slight crease between his brows softened as he shifted in his sleep. He stretched, arms reaching wide, letting out a small, content sigh. My chest tightened in a way I didn’t expect— I pressed my lips together to stop the smile from spilling out. Days had passed since the chaos of the party. Days since the kiss, the confessions, the realization that this marriage wasn’t just a contract anymore. It wasn’t pretend for us. And yet, seeing him like this, unguarded, unaware of my gaze, made my heart swell in a way I wasn’t used to. I didn’t want to wake him just yet. I wanted to savor the calm, the softness of him in the morning. Careful not t