Falling In Love with my Cold Billionaire Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Someone’s POVAgatta couldn’t stop smiling as she watched her son behind the wheel. Angelo was driving the brand-new car he’d insisted they buy yesterday. Tonight, he suddenly begged her to eat out, claiming he wanted to try something new.“You know…” she teased, narrowing her eyes with suspicion. “I’m starting to wonder if you did something wrong. Why are you acting so… different, Angelo?”Angelo frowned, briefly glancing at her before flashing a smile.“Huh? No. Nothing like that. I just realized we should… enjoy our time here in Hawaii while we can.”Her brow arched, but she returned his smile.“You’re right

Eloise’s POVI sat frozen on the cold cement bench. Alone in the cell, yet across from me, several men lounged on the opposite side—hard-faced, predatory eyes locked on me with sickening hunger. A few even licked their lips.“Hey, Miss. What’s your deal? Want me to help you out in here?” one of them sneered, a bearded man with yellowed teeth.“Or did they catch you selling your pussy out on the street?” another one, bald and scarred, jeered.Their laughter echoed against the steel bars. My throat tightened, but I refused to speak. Still, my chest burned with humiliation, and tears stung my eyes.I clenched my fists, biting my lips until I tasted blood. I shouldn&r

Eloise’s POVAfter my lawyer presented evidence proving I wasn’t even in Paris when it all happened, the case against me was finally withdrawn.Ms. Savarre couldn’t take it back anymore since it had already been filed, but instead, she pursued a new case—this time against my sister.With that, my accounts and assets were restored. I no longer had to worry about the tuition of the children I was sponsoring, or the expenses of the orphanage. A small breath of relief—but only small.“You didn’t have to do this, Ash. I could face her myself,” I told Ashton.We were at the airport, boarding a flight back to the Philippines. The Paris police were already moving against Celeste, but I wanted to confront her first. Ashton insisted on coming along.“It’s okay. I need to make sure you’ll be safe, Eloise. I can’t just leave you alone.”I shook my head softly. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him there—I was only embarrassed. I knew how busy he was. But there was no point arguing with Ashton. He stay

We left the Everheart estate without ever catching sight of Celeste. Ashton remained quiet beside me, but my mind was racing.If Celeste was no longer in the Everheart mansion, then where was she now? And more importantly—what had they done with the money they stole from Savarre Studio?I drew in a long breath, trying to loosen the invisible knot twisting inside my chest. Poor Simeon Everheart…“So, what are we going to do now?” Ashton finally asked.His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I hadn’t even realized we were already standing in front of the car.I stopped and reached for the door, but Ashton beat me to it, holding it open.“Thank you,” I murmured. “I don’t know, Ash. But I have to find them.”Sliding into the seat, I tried to steel myself.Ashton joined me inside. “My contact says Celeste Everheart is back in the Philippines.”I turned to him sharply. “Really? Do they know where she is?”“I’m still waiting on confirmation.”From the rearview mirror, Brix glanced at me. “Wh

I went straight back to my hotel after everything that happened. In the bathroom, I let the warm water run over me, soaking my bloodied skin, as if the heat could wash away the images burned into my head.Angelo was in the hospital now—fighting for his life.I told myself I shouldn’t care. That I’d long since stopped caring. But guilt had a way of crawling in through the cracks. He was still my brother. My reckless, irritating, fragile brother.By the time I stepped out, steam clinging to my body, my muscles felt looser though my chest was still knotted tight. Half-dressed, I crossed the carpeted floor to where my phone buzzed faintly on the bed. A message from Eloise lit up the screen.She was already in Paris. Relief bloomed inside me for a moment. I tried calling, but the line never connected. Just endless ringing.I sighed and tossed the phone aside, exhaustion dragging me down. The moment I stretched out on the bed, sleep claimed me like a thief.—The next morning, Marcus’s voic