บททั้งหมดของ Falling In Love with my Cold Billionaire Husband: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

I had been staring at my phone for minutes, rereading the address Eloise had texted me. Each time my thumb hovered over her number, I tried calling, but the line was dead. No answer.I lifted my gaze to the towering building before me. My stomach knotted. Did Eloise really mean here?Impossible. I knew this place. The most exclusive club in the city—owned by one of my business partners. I’d been here before. The kind of place full of money, wine, and whispers. And Eloise? She hated places like this.Something was wrong. Badly wrong.I clenched my fists, forcing myself to move. If Eloise had lured me here, I had to know why.Inside, I cut straight for the stairs. The text had been clear: the room upstairs. When I pushed the door open, my chest tightened.It wasn’t Eloise waiting for me.“Lucille?” I muttered.She lounged at the far end of the room, one leg draped over the other, a wine glass in hand, her smirk sharp as a blade. As if she had been expecting me all along.“You came,” she

I must have blacked out for a second from the force of Celeste’s slap. It wasn’t just her hand that struck me—it was every ounce of her fury. My cheek burned, my ears rang, but I forced myself to breathe evenly even as my heart pounded so violently I swore they could hear it.“You know nothing, Eloise!” she spat. “Whatever happened to my father—he deserved it!”I smirked through the sting. “Really? Or did you do it because no matter how much you tried to impress him, he never truly saw you? Because every gift he gave you was just a bribe to keep you quiet?”Her teeth ground so hard I could hear it. Rage flared in her eyes, crimson and wild. She lunged, ready to strike again—until Adrian caught her by the waist and dragged her back.“Relax, babe!” he coaxed, his voice almost playful. “Don’t let her get to you. Remember—we still need her alive.”Celeste’s nostrils flared. She shot me one last venomous glare before spinning on her heel and storming out.Relief washed over me for only a m

Sebastian’s POV“Any progress?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.Marcus immediately lifted his head from the glow of his laptop.“Nothing yet, sir. But Detective Reyes just texted me—their team is scanning every CCTV feed near the club.”I ground my fists against my knees. A harsh breath tore out of me as I tried—failed—to steady my pulse. Hours had already passed with nothing. No calls, no demands. My phone sat open in front of me like a useless talisman, waiting for kidnappers who refused to reveal themselves.“I told you—it’s her adoptive sister,” Ashton cut in.My brows knitted as I turned to him. He was lounging on the sofa as though this were nothing but a card game. He had just gotten off some call of his own, and I still couldn’t understand why I hadn’t thrown him out already.“How can you be so sure?” I asked.“I just spoke with Mr. Gomez. He was the one assigned to her case.”My chest tightened. “What case?”Ashton’s gaze locked onto mine. Then he smirked—like a ma

I didn’t hesitate anymore. The moment I realized the whole place had gone quiet, I forced myself to topple over. The crash echoed through the small room, and for one heartbeat, I froze, bracing for someone to come rushing in.No one did.That was when it struck me—there was no guard outside my door. Wherever I was, the walls must have been thick enough to swallow sound, because earlier I had screamed until my throat burned. Nobody came. Nobody cared.So I gambled on silence. I gambled on luck.With one violent kick, I sent the chair I was bound to crashing against the floor. It splintered under my weight, the brittle wood snapping against the concrete. Pain spiked through me as jagged edges cut into my skin, but I bit down hard, refusing to cry out. Blood welled where the shards had stabbed, hot against my cold flesh, yet I forced myself to breathe evenly.When I finally caught myself, I struggled upright, legs trembling. My arms were almost numb, deadened from being tied so long, but

Eloise’s POVI pressed myself flatter against the ravine wall, the damp earth seeping into my torn clothes. My chest burned from holding my breath, but I dared not let it out. Above, leaves rustled, boots crunched.Then I heard her—Celeste.Her voice was soft, lilting almost, but it carried a sharp edge that made my blood freeze. “She’s close. I can smell her fear.”I clenched my jaw, willing myself into silence. If she leaned even a little over the ridge, if she angled a flashlight just right…A beam of light cut across the vines, sliding over the ground where I had tumbled. My heart nearly burst. The glow hovered, searching, then stilled. For one terrifying second, I was sure it would dip lower, find the ragged trail of blood droplets that led straight into my hiding place.Celeste’s footsteps paused. The jungle seemed to hold its breath with me.“Here?” Adrian’s voice asked from above, uncertain.A beat of silence. Then Celeste laughed lightly—mocking, cruel. “No. She’s not here. N