บททั้งหมดของ I Hate You, Mr Billionaire. : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 53

Lucian's POVI never believe in love. It was a fabricated concept, created to fuel the delusions of people who have nothing better to do than chase feelings they can’t even define. That belief has been passed down through the Montgomery line like some sacred family recipe. My Great-grandfather preached it. My grandfather shaped it. Father was supposed to sharpen it and carry it with pride.But no. The old fool had to turn into one of those sentimental imbeciles he used to mock. All because he fell for my mother. A woman with zero background, zero connections, zero pedigree. She worked in a kindergarten. She taught toddlers to hold crayons and tie shoelaces. And somehow, whatever witchcraft she possessed dragged my father down and so deep into the warm, fuzzy pit he once swore he’d never enter.With there Adultery shaped in the passion of love, that was how I was born. Their little love-child miracle. The bastard l.Grandfather hated the whole thing. He saw emotion as an incurable dis

Silence hits the room like a wall. My chest heaves. My arms shake. My face burns so hot, I think it’s melting my makeup that I have on. I stare at him, and he stares back, calm yet amused, as if he’s enjoying every second of my fury. Then he bursts up laughing. A real, full-blown laugh that shakes his shoulders as he throws his head backwards. He coughs and grabs his water to gulp it down, calming his hysteric and amused laughter. “You,” he says between laughs, “are exactly what this family needs. If only Sienna learned from you.” I blink, confused as I stare at him like he has lost his damned mind. He straightens and leans back, eyes glinting with mischief. “But don’t mistake my admiration for leniency, Scarlett. I like your fire. I like how upfront you are. But remember exactly who you’re talking to. One wrong step, one wrong word, and all the people you care about… even the ones closest to you… could be at my mercy.” I narrow my eyes and lean forward, my palms planted to h