Semua Bab The Billionaire Who Took my Husband's Place : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Helena's POV The scent of roses and lilacs filled the air as I sat under the canopy, Pride and Prejudice open in my lap. Sunlight streamed through the leaves, casting warm, golden patches across the garden. It was peaceful here—my favorite place in the entire house. A place to think. To breathe. To forget. Because what else was I supposed to do? Adrian had made it clear that I wouldn’t be working not yet, he said. Not until Daniel’s company was ready for me to take over. So, for now, I had nothing but time. And time, I was quickly learning, was a terrible thing to have. I turned a page, though I wasn’t really reading. The words blurred together, my mind restless. It had been days since Adrian left for his so-called business trip, and the house felt emptier than ever. Not that I wanted him around or cared to know where he was. I sighed, shutting the book and letting my head fall back against the chair. The quiet was supposed to be soothing. Instead, it only made my thoughts

Helena’s POV "Let me know if you need anything else, ma’am," Ethan said as he stepped aside, allowing me to enter the room. "Please… Helena will do," I corrected, offering a small smile. He nodded. "Helena, then." As I stepped further inside, I took in the space. It was warm, inviting—not at all what I expected from Adrian’s vacation home. The king-sized bed was covered in crisp white sheets, the scent of fresh linen lingering in the air. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the ocean, sunlight spilling into the room in golden streaks. "Everything has been prepared to your liking," Ethan added, his tone professional. "Under the strict instructions of Mr. Cavendish." I snorted, trailing my fingers over the edge of the bed. "I bet you do this often. Must be exhausting, setting up for all the women he brings here." Ethan hesitated, then shook his head. "On the contrary, madam. You’re the first woman he’s ever brought here." I froze. Heat crept up my neck, my fingers twitc

Helena POV The ocean shimmered under the moonlight, waves kissing the shore as Adrian and I walked side by side, our footsteps sinking into the cool, damp sand. The salty breeze curled around us, but the silence between us was warmer than it had ever been. I stole a glance at him. He was staring straight ahead, hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants, his expression unreadable. “You know,” I said, breaking the quiet, “I honestly thought your entire wardrobe was just suits and dress shirts. Seeing you in a T-shirt is… unexpected.” Adrian let out a low laugh. Something about it caught me off guard. I had never seen him like this. Relaxed. Almost… human. He glanced at me, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Let me guess, you also thought I was a complete asshole?” I smirked. “Oh, no. That’s not a thought. That’s a fact.” Adrian’s gaze softened, a rare warmth flickering in his eyes. He had to know what he was doing to me, the way my breath hitched, the way my body be

Helena's POV "Okay, spill. What’s going on with you?" Eleanor asks, narrowing her eyes over the rim of her coffee cup. I frown. "Nothing. Why?" She scoffs. "Oh, please. You look like you haven’t slept in days, you called me saying you needed someone to talk to and you’ve been fidgeting with that napkin since you sat down. I know you girl, I bet you've been thinking about Adrian." I nearly knocked over my coffee. "Ellie!" She grins, unfazed. "Am I wrong?" I open my mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. Because yes, I have been thinking about Adrian. Too much and in ways I shouldn’t. Eleanor’s eyes widen in disbelief. "Oh my God. Something happened." I groan, dropping my head into my hands. "Nothing happened." "Bullshit." I sigh, knowing there’s no escaping this. I glance around the café, making sure no one is eavesdropping, then lean in slightly. "I… I touched myself." The words come out in a whisper, like saying them any louder might summon the devil himself.

Helena's POV The soft clink of chinaware was the only sound filling the dining room. Adrian sits across from me, absentmindedly looking through his phone. He was always busy. Though he had been coming home more often, and we had dinner together most nights but he stayed distan and always quiet. “So, how's work?” I ask, trying to make talk. Great job, Helena. You’re really a natural at this, I think to myself, dripping with sarcasm. Adrian looks up from his phone, clearly surprised by my question. “Good,” he says simply before looking back down at the screen. Wow. He really knows how to keep a talk going. “"Could you at least put your phone down so you can eat?" I mumbled, setting my fork down. Adrian grinned, finally looking up from his screen. "You want attention, don’t you?" he joked, putting his phone on the table. I laughed, caught off guard by his question. "No," I said quickly,