All Chapters of I Hate You, Mr Billionaire. : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Scarlett, what are you talking about?" Sienna asked slowly, her voice already shaky.I tilted my head, just staring at her like she had grown two heads. "Oh, don’t do that. Not now Sienna. That whole dumb and confused act might work on everyone else, but it's getting old. I grew up with you. I know when you're lying and when you're just trying to stall."Her brows pinched together, lips trembling slightly. "Scarlett, I’m being serious right now. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please. Just talk to me. I’m lost.""You’re lost?" I echoed, laughing bitterly. "On which part exactly, the fact that we're not their kids or the real reason why I got disowned.”Monet's chair creaked suddenly. Her voice cut sharp through the air. "Scarlett, that’s enough.”I didn’t even glance at her. My eyes stayed locked on Sienna. "Did you ever even ask why they disowned me? Like, really ask? Or did you just swallow whatever story they fed you with a glass of Pinot and call it truth?"Sienna

The look on Monet’s face said everything.She wasn’t supposed to let that slip.She knew about the surrogate contract. And judging by the frozen look on Sienna’s face, she definitely didn’t know either. But still, I couldn't trust her looks alone. So I turned to Sienna slowly. Holding my breath,“You told her?”Sienna blinked, shaking her head so hard her earrings nearly fell off. “No. No—Scarlett, I swear to God. I didn’t tell anyone. Only Lucian and I knew about this.”My stomach twisted.Sienna’s eyes darted between me and Monet, something unreadable flickering in her expression. Then she narrowed her gaze. “How the fuck do you know about that contract?”Monet looked taken aback by her choice of words but she stood still, her jaw tight and her glare was indifferent.Sienna stood to her feets now. “Answer me. That contract was a private matter. That wasn’t.… that wasn’t supposed to go beyond us. So how do you know?”Monet sighed, then raised her chin like she was being knighted i

Sienna’s arm draped over my shoulders, her weight heavy and unsteady as I helped her down the hall. Sienna’s personal maid stayed close behind us, her face still pale from the chaos that had unfolded downstairs. Sienna’s legs barely moved beneath her, dragging more than walking, and I could feel the faint tremble in her body with every step.When we reached her room, the door was already open. The maid and I guided her to the bed, easing her down carefully until her back hit the pillows. Her head tilted toward me, but her eyes barely stayed open. Her skin had lost all its color, and her breathing came in slow, shallow pulls. No matter how many times I experienced Sienna sizeure, the image of her nose bleeding and her eyes rolling back still haunted me, but I forced it down. She was still alive and that was all that mattered right now.The maid hovered for a moment, waiting for instructions. I turned to her, keeping my voice calm enough to show I haven't lost my mind yet.“Head to the

It’s been a few days since everything exploded, but the silence that followed felt worse than everyone screaming at the top of their lungs.The whole mansion had gone quiet. No more late-night laughter echoing from the kitchen. No more Sienna humming to herself while she painted by the window. Just a heavy silence and suffocating tension that made my chest feel tight.Sienna hasn’t spoken to Lucian at all. Not a word. Not even a glance. She ate dinners in her room but barely touched the food the maids bring her. She doesn’t paint. She doesn’t laugh. She isn't even trying to be annoying by pressuring me to do things with her. She completely shut both me and Lucian out, and the truth is that, I can’t blame her.Sienna and Lucian had another huge fight the night after the whole incident that involved Monet and the truth about me being the surrogate. It ended with her moving out of their bedroom, even though Lucian argued against it. She said she needed space. He said she was overreacting

Lucian leaned back in his office chair, a glass of something sharp clutched lazily in his fingers. His tie was loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up, and his expression looked more like thunder than curiosity.“What the hell are you doing awake at three in the morning?” he asked, raising a brow.I shrugged, shutting the door behind me like this was some casual drop-in visit. My feet padded as I walked over to his desk.“What the hell are you doing getting drunk at 3 in the morning?”He scoffed, taking another slow sip, trying to ignore the sting. “I asked first.”“Well,” I said, walking further towards the couch across from his desk and dropping down on it“I was thirsty. Went to the kitchen. Didn’t quite make it in.”He stared at me over the rim of his glass. “What stopped you? Fridge too far?”I gave him a look. “You could say… the fridge was otherwise occupied.”He didn’t press. Thank God. The last thing I wanted to explain was that Sienna’s picture-perfect maid was currently busy