All Chapters of Falling In Love with my Cold Billionaire Husband: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Sebastian’s POVMy shoulders slumped as we stepped out of Colette’s house.Eloise wasn’t there. No matter how hard I searched inside, the place was empty — they were gone.Just then, Marcus’s car pulled up behind ours. He immediately got out and walked toward me, worry already etched on his face.“Sir, what happened?” he asked.I let out a frustrated sigh. “She’s not here.”His brows furrowed. “Who?”“My wife.”His mouth fell open slightly. I saw the confusion flicker in his eyes. He looked at Colette as if hoping she’d confirm what he just heard.“She’s alive, Marcus,” I said before he could speak. “And before you say anything, I want you to find her. They couldn’t have gone far. I’m sure they’re still here in Paris.”Marcus cleared his throat. “But… are you sure about this, Sir?”“Of course!” Colette answered for me. “Eloise is alive. I saw her. I talked to her. She’s alive!” she insisted, almost shaking.Marcus frowned. “You still don’t have proof. You don’t even know what kind of

Eloise’s eyes fluttered open. Her entire body felt heavy—like she’d been thrown aside and left to break.The first thing she did was reach instinctively for her stomach.“Eloise? Eloise! Wait, I’ll call the doctor.”Her eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust, and the moment her vision cleared, her heart sank.It was Ashton’s voice.I didn’t escape, she thought miserably.Ashton hurried out of the room. When he returned, he was accompanied by a nurse who began checking her vitals.“You’re okay for now, Mrs. Savarre,” the nurse said politely. “I’ll call the doctor for further instructions.”Eloise said nothing. She just turned her face away—away from Ashton, away from the suffocating air that surrounded him.When the nurse left, silence filled the room. Ashton sat on the edge of her bed, his eyes studying her face before gently taking her hand.Eloise flinched and tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened.“Eloise… can’t we just stop hurting each other?” he said softly, his tone d

“What—what did you do, Lucille?! What did you do?!” Sebastian shouted, his voice raw and trembling.He struggled against the ropes binding him, veins straining on his arms as his eyes blazed with fury.Lucille only chuckled, tilting her head with that same wicked amusement.“I already told you, Sebastian. You’re mine. And I don’t care if you married her. You belong to me!”Sebastian shut his eyes tightly, forcing himself to stay calm even as his chest burned with rage. The thought—just the thought—that Lucille might have something to do with Eloise’s disappearance was enough to make him lose his mind.“Did… did you do it?” he asked, his voice breaking.Lucille rolled her eyes, standing to fetch another bottle of white wine. She poured herself a glass and took a slow sip before returning to her seat.“Is that a question… or an accusation? Because they sound the same to me,” she said with a smirk.“Fuck! Just tell me!” Sebastian roared, his patience gone.Lucille laughed—a sound so unhi

Eloise lay curled up on the narrow bed, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach. The pain in her abdomen had been throbbing for hours. It was sharp, relentless. She hadn’t eaten anything all day.Earlier, one of the staff had injected her with something “to calm her down,” and since then, she’d felt dizzy and weak. Now, she was terrified it might have harmed her baby.She had begged them—pleaded for someone to listen—but they all ignored her now.Her hope was fading fast.If Colette had told her the truth, then where was Sebastian?Why hadn’t he come for her? Why was she still trapped here, suffering?Moments later, the metal door creaked open. Eloise didn’t even bother to look—she’d learned that no one who entered her room ever listened.“You haven’t eaten,” a familiar voice said.Eloise froze. Slowly, she turned her head.“Ashton,” she whispered.He stood by the small table, setting down a paper bag with an infuriatingly casual smile.“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’ve just

When Eloise had finally regained her strength and was cleared to travel, she and Sebastian flew back home to the Philippines.Sebastian, as expected, was doting on her every second. He barely let her walk—literally. The moment they landed, he was already hovering like a mother hen.“I’m okay, Seb. I don’t need a wheelchair,” Eloise said, half-exasperated, half-amused by his persistence.Sebastian shook his head stubbornly. “No. It’s either I carry you, or you sit on the wheelchair.”Eloise laughed softly, shaking her head. “Fine! I’ll ride it. You look like you’re about to have a heart attack if I don’t.”Sebastian sighed, giving her a look that was both affectionate and helpless. “I just don’t want you to get tired, Love.”“Yes, yes. You baby us way too much,” she teased. “What if I get used to this?”“As you should,” he shot back without missing a beat.Eloise smiled, warmth blooming in her chest. She wasn’t complaining about the way Sebastian fussed over her—if anything, she found