Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling In Love with my Cold Billionaire Husband: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Eloise’ POVIt was already night when I arrived home. I had received a text from Sebastian earlier telling me to go ahead without him because he still had something to take care of. So, I asked Brix to drive me back instead.Up until now, I still don’t know what’s troubling Sebastian. He sounded anxious. But whatever it is, I wouldn’t hesitate to help him.My thoughts wandered back to everything that had happened today—Celeste’s sharp tongue, my own words finally cutting back, and the look of surprise on her face. It was a small victory, but one I would treasure.All my life, I had done nothing but follow her lead. But this time? I won’t allow it anymore.When I reached home, the place was still quiet. Lucy greeted me and invited me to eat, but I declined since I had just come from the orphanage.I went straight to my room to clean up. I prepared a hot bath to relax my tired body.The steam curled upward as I sank into the warm water, letting the heat loosen the knots in my muscles. I

“Eloise!”Lucy hurried to my side the moment Ophelia left. She grasped my arm and gently guided me back to the sofa.“Agnes! Get some water, quick!”I sat there in a daze, staring blankly into space. It still felt like I was in a nightmare.My life… they were trying to take it away from me again. Where on earth was I supposed to get that much money? I had some savings, but they would never reach one hundred million dollars.I exhaled heavily, my chest tight.Worst of all, there was nothing I could do—legally, I was still her child.“Here, Eloise. Have some water,” Lucy said softly.I looked at her. My hands trembled as I took the glass from her.“They’re so cruel, Lucy. I don’t even know what I did to deserve this. All I ever did was be kind to them, to acknowledge the debt of gratitude I owed for taking me in. But this… this is how they repay me?”Tears slipped down my cheeks, and I quickly wiped them away—more out of frustration than sadness.Lucy looked at me with deep sympathy. “E

Sebastian’s POVThe smile on my face never faded as we drove toward the hospital.Lucille’s visit to my office had been unexpected, but what truly stunned me was Eloise’s courage earlier. She had been ready to fight anyone who dared to take me away from her. Just the memory of it made my chest tighten in the best way.“You’re happy, huh? You think I’m still not mad?” she asked sharply.I grinned, reached for her hand, and placed my palm over hers.“I know. But yes, I’m happy.”Eloise rolled her eyes. She tried to pull her hand back, but I tightened my grip and brought it closer to my lips, kissing the back of her hand.“I can’t believe you, Sebastian,” she muttered, shaking her head.I trailed my lips along her hand—softly, slowly—until they brushed her forearm.“Hey! You’re driving!” she scolded.I chuckled and stopped, though I still didn’t let go of her hand.I was happy. Really happy. At this point in my life, all I wanted was to spend my days quietly with Eloise. To marry her aga

Someone’s POVAgatta and Angelo rushed out of the hospital after learning the truth about Salazar’s condition.Angelo couldn’t help but notice the sudden shift in his mother’s demeanor. While they were driving, she was already on her phone, speaking in a hushed but urgent tone.“Yes. Prepare everything. We’ll leave tonight,” Agatta said.She ended the call, slipped her phone into her bag, and stared out the window, biting her lip. Her face betrayed the urgency she was trying to conceal.Angelo frowned. “You’re leaving, Mom?”Agatta glanced at him briefly. “We are.”His eyes widened. “What? Dad’s still in the hospital, Mom! Why are we leaving now?”Agatta waved her hand dismissively. “No more questions, Angelo. Your things are already packed. There’s nothing for you to worry about.”Angelo blinked in disbelief, staring at her. How can she think of leaving now, when Dad is fighting for his life?His jaw clenched. Then the question slipped out before he could stop it.“Did you do it, Mom

 Eloise’s POVI went home earlier than planned after visiting the orphanage. Sebastian had called, saying he needed to take care of something urgent.But I couldn’t rest. Not with Ophelia’s threats hanging over my head. I still had no idea where I could get the money they demanded.And deep down, I knew I didn’t want to give them a single cent.So, instead of drowning in anxiety, I poured my time into designing again. Paris was calling me back soon, and I wanted to have something fresh—new sketches, new pieces, new inspiration.After hours of working, I decided to head into Sebastian’s office. His shelves were lined with books, and since I had barely found time to read i