All Chapters of Falling In Love with my Cold Billionaire Husband: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Someone’s POV“This is him? The man claiming to be Eloise’s husband?” Lucille asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied the paper in her hand.They were inside her car, parked in the shadows, discussing what had just come to light.Lucille stared at the photograph again of the man who took Eloise. Blonde hair, storm-gray eyes, sharp features. He really did look foreign, like someone who didn’t belong here.Her informant nodded. “Yes, Ms. Johnson. According to my investigation, he’s already booked a flight tonight.”Lucille ground her teeth. “Bring me to him. I need to talk to him myself.”“Yes, Ma’am.”She tossed the papers to the seat beside her, a cold smirk forming on her lips. Everyone kept underestimating her. They had no idea that she was the mastermind from the very beginning.It had been Lucille who first approached the Everhearts, whispering her plans into their ears. She had been the one shocked to discover just how eerily Celeste resembled Eloise. And when she learned the Ev

“What?” Ashton’s voice cracked with surprise.“Why is it Savarre?” Eloise asked again, her brows knitting. Something in her gut twisted, something wrong. That surname on her didn’t feel right.Ashton’s practiced smile faltered for just a breath. “Honey, that’s my surname. We’re married, remember?” His tone was soft, coaxing, but a flicker of sharpness lingered underneath.The immigration officer receiving Eloise’s passport cleared her throat. “Is everything okay, ma’am?” There was a hint of suspicion in her eyes as she studied Eloise’s hesitant expression.Eloise turned to her, lips parting, but no words came. She wanted to say yes—but if everything was fine, then why did her heart pound with unease?Before she could answer, Ashton’s hand slid over hers, warm and firm, almost a warning. He flashed the officer a strained smile. “It’s fine, Miss. My wife had an accident recently. She’s suffering from amnesia—things can be confusing for her.”The woman’s brows lifted, unconvinced. She g

I stared at the ultrasound photo in my hands. That small circle in the grainy picture was undeniable proof of my pregnancy. Three months pregnant. And yet—I didn’t know what to feel. I should be happy. I should be overwhelmed with joy. But instead, there was a hollowness, a strange emptiness I couldn’t shake. “I didn’t know what you wanted to eat right now, so I just bought everything you usually ask for, Babe,” Ashton said. I looked at him. He was standing near the table, carefully arranging the takeout he’d bought, as if the gesture itself could fill the silence between us. “What do you want to eat first?” I let out a long sigh. Truth was, I had no appetite. My chest felt heavy with questions, but none of them seemed clear enough to leave my lips. I turned to the window, staring at the sky. The clouds were thick and heavy, almost as though they mirrored the weight pressing on my chest. “Babe? Are you okay?” He moved closer and immediately clasped my hand. “Does something h

Sebastian’s POV“We’ve received the contract agreement with the client, Sir. I’ve already reviewed it and made some changes. It’s ready for your signature.”I glanced at the folder Marcus placed on my desk. I’d just finished a call with the client he was talking about.We were closing a deal with the Gonzalez family—one of the most well-known names in Paris, owners of several businesses.“But why do I have to go there? Didn’t we already discuss everything here?” I asked, my tone flat with boredom. “What’s left to talk about?”Marcus cleared his throat.I didn’t like the tone of Gonzalez’s representative earlier. And now, to think they were still insisting I fly there just to make the deal go smoothly? Did they really think I couldn’t build a business in Paris without bending to them?“Mr. Gonzalez specifically requested to meet you personally, Sir,” Marcus explained.I took the folder and signed it without reading—it had Marcus’s fingerprints all over it already. Then I leaned back in

Someone’s POVLucille bit her lower lip, her gaze darting repeatedly to the restaurant entrance. Her fingers were clenched tight around her phone, pressing it as though sheer force could make it ring.Where the hell are you, Seb? she muttered inwardly, her frustration bubbling over.“It’s been ages, and he’s still not here!” Leo Johnson—her father—grumbled, cutting through her anxious silence. “Is he even coming, Lucille?”Lucille exhaled sharply.“Of course, Dad! He promised me he would! He has to come!” she snapped, voice tight with irritation.Her eyes flicked back toward the entrance, hope and impatience warring in her expression.“Maybe you’re just delusional again, Lucille,” Martell, her cousin, said with biting sarcasm. “Wasting our precious time.”Lucille’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Her hands slammed against the table as she shot to her feet.“You—”“Enough, Lucille,” Laura, her mother, interrupted in a calm but warning tone. “Sit down. Don’t mind your cousin.”Only Laura had