All Chapters of I Hate You, Mr Billionaire. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

I didn’t move right away. I just stood there. In that beautiful, tastefully-decorated living room that now felt like it had teeth. The cushions still held the shape of where Sienna had curled up, coughing blood into her palm. The maid stood patiently by the hall, giving me space. She didn’t rush me. Just stood there with her hands folded in front of her, giving the impression that she’d seen worse things in this house and learned to wait them out. When I finally moved, my legs felt heavy, as if I’d been dragging the entire day behind me. “Ma’am?” she said softly. “Shall I take you to your room now?” I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. If I opened my mouth right now, I’d either scream or sob. Possibly both. We walked down the hallway, none of us saying a word. The house stretched like a damn castle with wide halls, soft lights and walls that were too clean, too perfect. It was a place that made you feel like you didn’t belong, no matter how straight you stood.

“No. Just wondering if you’re this mouthy when you beg.”I stared at him, mouth halfway open, not because I was speechless, or maybe because I was but… Also because I was deciding whether to slap the smug off his perfectly symmetrical face or just walk away before I combusted and launched on him.Lucian didn’t wait for a reaction. He pushed off the wall, his face slipped back into that cold, unbothered look as he marched toward the desk, brushing me off like I was invisible again.“I don’t have time for this,” he said flatly, voice clipped and laced with irritation.He started shuffling through the chaos he’d made earlier, paper after paper flying being careful pushed around as he searched. I stood there, trying to catch my breath, trying not to let the fact that I was still rattled by his cockyness.I hated that he got to me. I hated that I was even still standing here.Finally, Lucian grabbed a black folder from under a pile, gave it one last glance, and held it out to me like it