All Chapters of Falling For My Billionaire Ex : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Susan The room faded behind me the moment Elliot led me away, our fingers entwined like lifelines. I barely remembered who was clapping or who raised a glass. My heels clicked down the polished hallway as we walked in silence, hearts pounding too loud to speak.We didn’t go to the main lounge or his office. He took me through the back stairs to the quietest wing of the estate...the old library no one used anymore.He opened the double doors and guided me inside.Warm, dim and dusty in a beautiful, forgotten way. The golden lamplight flickered against the wood-paneled walls.Elliot let go of my hand only to pull off his blazer and toss it onto the old armchair. He turned to me slowly. “Was it too much?”I laughed, covering my face. “Are you insane? You just announced our wedding date in front of a boardroom full of corporate royalty and both our mothers.”He crossed the room, eyes soft. “And you said yes without saying a word.”I looked up at him, heart swelling. “How long were you pl

Elliot Ten years later, I still remember that ring.Not because it was valuable.But because it was the first time I imagined what it would be like to marry her.And now… I actually was.The irony of it wasn’t lost on me.Back then, I had bought her a five-dollar ring at a campus stall like a reckless college kid who believed the future would sort itself out.Now I owned half the skyline of this city, commanded boardrooms filled with executives twice my age……and somehow the woman sitting across from me during wedding planning still made me feel exactly like that same reckless kid.Susan was standing near the long dining table now, studying a set of invitation samples the planner had just delivered.Her brows were furrowed in concentration.“Something wrong?” I asked.She glanced up.“These fonts are ridiculous.”The planner froze.“Ridiculous, ma’am?”Susan pointed to the card.“This one looks like it belongs on a royal decree. And this one looks like a funeral announcement.”I coug

Elliott I didn’t give her a chance to step back. Not that I wanted her to. One smooth motion, and I had her in my arms, her head resting against my shoulder, her body fitting perfectly against mine. The weight of her was both grounding and electrifying, and the soft gasp she tried to hide pressed into my chest like it belonged there. “Elliot…” she murmured, that one word tangled in surprise, anticipation, and something unspoken. “Shh,” I said, my lips brushing her temple as I moved. “I’ve got you.” The living room faded behind us, the quiet of the house pressing in around us, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the feel of her in my arms...the gentle press of her body against mine, the subtle warmth that made me ache in ways words never could explain. I carried her down the hall, each step measured but purposeful, until we reached the bedroom. I didn’t let her go. I just set her down on the bed, sitting on the edge with her between my legs. Her eyes were wide, lips pa

Susan Later, when the house had gone completely quiet, I lay with my cheek against Elliot's chest and listened to his heartbeat slowly find its way back to normal. His hand moved along my back in the same lazy rhythm he used in college, when we'd lie on a dorm bed too narrow for two people and pretend we weren't both about to fall asleep through a deadline. Ten years. And somehow my body still remembered him better than it remembered anything in between. "You're quiet," he said into my hair. "I'm thinking." "Dangerous." "I'm allowed." I tilted my head to look at him. The lamp had burned low, and the edges of his face were soft in the dim light. "I'm trying to remember the last time I felt this settled. I can't." His hand paused against my spine. "Neither can I." That was all he said. No speech, no grand declaration. But it settled between us like something that had been waiting a decade for a place to land, and I closed my eyes and let it. I fell asleep before I could say any

SusanI wore the blue dress.Not because he'd asked, I told myself while I zipped it up, but because it was the only thing in the closet that didn't smell like the foundation's copier. That lie lasted until I walked onto the terrace and saw Elliot standing by a small table he'd set himself...two plates, one candle, no staff in sight...and watched his face go quiet in a way that had nothing to do with business."Don't," I said."I didn't say anything.""You were about to say something sweet and I'm not ready.""Then I'll say it later." He pulled out my chair. "Sit."Dinner was simple, which surprised me. Pasta he had clearly cooked badly and then rescued with a lot of cheese. A salad. Bread from the bakery near the foundation that I'd mentioned exactly once, weeks ago. I didn't point that out. He didn't point it out either. We both just let the quiet acknowledge it."Interrogation time," I said, after the second glass of wine. "What was the call?""What call?""Elliot.""Susan." He smi