All Chapters of I Hate You, Mr Billionaire. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

I stared at Sienna for what felt like an eternity. My brain slowly connected the dots, lit this fuse preparing for impact.My nerves came crashing as I stood up, my chair screeching against the polished floor. The noise alone should’ve shattered the ridiculous fantasy world she was living in.“You’ve lost your damn mind.”Her face didn’t flinch, but her fingers tightened around the edge of her teacup.“Scarlett—”“No, don’t Scarlett me right now,” I snapped.“What the hell is wrong with you? Why?! Why would you even think this is okay? Why would you want this?”Her voice was softer this time.“Because I don’t have much time.”Those words tugged the guilt sitting in my chest. This wasn’t fair. This was emotional blackmail.“I’m dying, Scarlett,” she said.“You know that. And… my body can’t carry a child. Not anymore. Not after…”She hesitated, gaze dropping to the table.“I’ve had miscarriages, Scarlett.”My breath hitched.“How many?” I asked before I could stop myself.She looked

Sienna finally woke up after two days. Her vitals were stable, but the doctors put her on strict bed rest. I made sure to stay locked in my room, watching the luggage I’d left out, heart pounding with each suitcase throw. I couldn’t stay here under their terms. Not when they’d manipulated me, gambled with my worth, treated me like I was replaceable… a damn womb for hire.Sienna had come up to my room more than once, even when her maids begged her to go back and rest. But she refused. She knocked on my door almost every day, hoping I’d talk to her… hoping I’d give in. But I never did. I wasn’t willing to. Not after everything. I wasn’t about to give her that leverage.Instead of playing nurse or peacemaker, I spent the last hour packing. Packing the essentials into my bag. Laptop, leftover cash, ID, phone charger, a hoodie, and whatever dignity I still had left. If they thought I was going to sit around and keep being everyone’s emotional punching bag, they had another thing coming.

I sat across from both of them, the only one not pretending everything was fine.A small coffee table separated us. Me on one side, Lucian and Sienna side by side on the other, like a well-matched royal couple negotiating peace terms with a peasant.The contract felt thick in my hand. Too thick for what it was. My eyes skimmed the pages, one after the other. Medical terms. Legal threats. Obligations I never signed up for. It read more like a leash than a job offer.Sienna sat with her legs tucked under her like we were having a cute tea party. Her silk robe matched the soft pink blush on her cheeks. She kept stealing glances at Lucian like he was the sun and she was a dying flower trying to soak up whatever warmth she could get.And Lucian, the ever-glorious husband, actually looked human for once. His cold mask was off, replaced with something calm, sweet, and gentle. His eyes didn’t have their usual frostbite in them. They were warm. Devoted. Fixed on her like the world didn’t exist