Semua Bab Dear Husband, My Turn To Love You : Bab 51 - Bab 60

SebastianThe doorbell wouldn’t stop ringing, its chime trailing down the long. Then came the quick, eager click of heels, growing louder with every step.My brows rose in surprise when she appeared… Stella?Before I could even gather my thoughts or say anything remotely sane, she threw her arms around me, smothering me with familiarity like no time had passed. Her grip was tight, almost too intimate, sending a confusing jolt through me."Sebastian, I missed you so much!" she whispered, her voice low and perfume wrapping around me like smoke. She pulled back just enough to press a kiss to my cheek—uninvited and bold.What the hell...My jaw clenched out of slight irritation and I stepped back slightly. I searched her eyes for any hint of an explanation but found only mischief and something unreadable."Stella," I said, keeping my voice as even as I could, though the surprise and curiosity were practically oozing out. I was happy to see her, no doubt, but the way things were between u

OliviaThe split second of silent awe before the cameras clicked always filled me with power—a raw, intoxicating sense of belonging and control. That pause right before the chaos? It reminded me that I could evoke a reaction this massive just by doing what I love.My steady, rhythmic steps were confident—each one echoing on the marble beneath my heels. The lights blazed hot and bright, the cameras flashing nonstop, the strobes practically branding my skin with every step I took.When I started this, my heart used to pound so violently, I thought it might burst out of my chest. But now? Now I was the pulse of the runway itself. I didn’t just walk it—I owned it.I twirled gracefully, showing off the signature Éclat Rue two-piece Luminari i had on. It was stunning. Bold. Tailored to perfection. And the crowd? They lost their minds. I didn’t know a bunch of high-fashion daddy snobs could cheer like drunk teenage schoolgirls, but here we were.Most newbie models were stiff as cardboard—fac

Olivia "Olivia, run! Get out while you still can!!"Sebastian’s robe was stained with blood from the gash on his side. He lay on the ground, bleeding from his mouth—a horrific sight that made my heart stop, cold and sharp like someone had yanked it out of my chest."I won't leave you!" I cried, clutching his hand tightly, my fingers trembling against his."You… have… to… Olivia. I need you to go, please, my love." His voice was barely above a whisper, raspy and raw like it hurt him to speak.I sobbed, my chest caving in with each painful breath. The entire place was on fire—flames roared like beasts around us, devouring everything. Broken pieces of furniture were scattered and debris flew freely. The air was thick, choking, suffocating."Please… please… we can make it. Just let me help you!" I begged, desperation cracking my voice. I tried to lift him, but he was too heavy. His weight was deadening, and the fire was inching closer, licking at our feet like it was determined to pull u

SebastianMy family’s company towered before me, all bedazzled glam, glassy elegance, and a kind of tall, showy arrogance that made my jaw twitch. It looked exactly like the people who ran it—polished on the outside, rotten underneath. I adjusted my sunglasses, the sunlight bouncing off the chrome exterior like it was trying to blind me into submission, and walked in.I rarely came here. Hell, I avoided this place like a disease. But after that stunt my old man pulled at the café the other day, I had no choice but to hunt him down.The moment I stepped through the doors, it was like time paused. Every head turned. People greeted me politely—too politely. My father’s personal assistant showed up almost instantly, practically jittering like a leaf. His face was pale, a sheen of sweat ghosting across his skin like fear had become a permanent part of him.I arched a brow at that. Something was off. But I said nothing. I just followed him, my boots thudding with deliberate calm as we enter

Sebastian I hesitated for a moment before following him. The wind was sharp as blades here, the trees whispering secrets only they understood. Having lived in New York for so long, this hidden plethora of villas was completely tucked away from plain sight. The towering trees and mountains created a fortress of nature. The air was chilly. Each villa was interconnected in a circular motion, like the segments of a coconut, all leading up to the massive one in the center—like the heart of a beast. A perfect metaphor for the Society itself. No one above it. No one beyond it.“Welcome to one of the Echelon Society compounds here in New York,” Julian said, smug. He laid a hand on my shoulder, and I shrugged it off with disgust. Julian, unlike my father, was built like a bear—broad, imposing—with the eyes of a serpent. “This will all be yours to command soon.”"I’m not sure if it’s arrogance or delusion keeping you from hearing me, but let me be clear, Julian—I don’t want your empire, your