All Chapters of Contracted to My Ex's Cold Brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ELOISE“Have you really thought this through?” Roxanne’s voice was soft, almost hesitant.I raised my coffee cup to my lips, allowing the steam to rise as I softly uttered, "Yes, I believe it is time.”Roxanne Brooke, my childhood best friend, and one of the most esteemed divorce attorneys in the city, and also, my boss.People all over the world seek her expertise for complex cases. Sitting across from me, her gaze studied me with a hint of pride and worry.We had grown up dreaming of changing the world together, side by side. While I had stumbled into love and heartbreak, she had climbed unerringly, and now, she is one of the best.Yet here she was, patient and gentle with me, as if I were still the scared little girl who would once cling to her hand in the schoolyard to avoid bullies.I set my cup down and reached for her hand. “Rox, let’s make it happen soon. I don’t want to wait any longer.”She watched me carefully; a lingering skepticism remained evident in her gaze, which, in

ELOISE Damien stared at me, his eyes had turned completely cold, disbelief written all over with his pride shattered. He was as if lost in thoughts. I straightened. “Anyways,” I glanced at Damien. “See you soon, in the court.” I turned toward the door, to leave. But evil never goes silent, does it? And soon… “So you want a divorce, huh? Fine then!” This time, his pride spoke. He took a pen and angrily scrawled his name on the paper, throwing it at me. I caught it swiftly in hand. Good, I'll have no hazard. “No, Damien!” Selene’s voice cracked. “Don't do this! What are you doing? She is your wife!” “Oh, don't worry, she didn't know this world at all. She'll just crawl back to me at the end of the day.” His voice was laced with arrogance, and relentless confidence. Too proud that he didn't even bother saying those words right before me. And honestly, it was I who was responsible for this pride to flare to this point. I didn't react though, time would answer for

ELOISE He was resting against the wall, attired in the hospital gown. He looked relaxed, almost careless. For a moment, neither of us spoke, until… "Well, well, look who's here." he said at last, pushing himself off the wall and straightening. “That was expected.” His lips curved into a slow, familiar smile, one that used to warm my heart even just forty-two hours earlier. But now, only disgust crawled beneath my skin. “You look…” he paused briefly, as though searching for the right word, “…worse than usual.” I didn't react immediately and let the silence stretch between us. It didn't feel uncomfortable; if anything, it felt strangely distant to me. “So, this is what it comes down to?” he continued. His expression settled into that confident, almost amused look I knew too well. “You stormed out, made a scene, threw divorce papers at me… and then you came running back here?” He chuckled slowly, “Oh Eloise, the forever drama queen.” He made no effort to conceal the

ELOISE I gazed at the lavish villa right before my eyes. It exuded a sense of tranquility, as if life within its walls had always been exceptionally serene. For others perhaps, not for me though. If this place had ever held any meaning for me, that was solely for Grandpa, the only person who ever truly cared for me. I let out a quiet sigh. My fingers clenched hard at my side as I walked inside. Everything was exactly as I remembered it. Except, it didn’t feel like home. Well, it never did. The moment I entered the living room, I realized almost every family member was there. My mother sat rigidly on the couch. My father stood near the window, his back partially turned. My aunt, Riley sat off to the side, and beside her was Liana, her daughter, with a sneer on her lips. Of course, she had always been a tail to Selene. “Well,” my mother said, breaking the silence as she looked me over from head to toe. “You finally decided to show up.” I didn't respond immediatel

ELOISE The morning had barely settled when my phone lit up with numerous calls. Damien's name flashed on the screen like a potent glue that refused to fade out of my life.I ignored the first couple of calls, but he relentlessly kept going. Eventually, I was forced to answer with much reluctance.“What the f**k is wrong with you!?” His voice rang through instantly, the moment I answered, almost deafening me in the process.“Why are Diego and my clothes here!?” He roared again. I almost felt the heat of his rage through the screen.My brows furrowed in annoyance. Shouldn't he be happy that I didn't pester anymore? What is he angry about?"We're divorced, and Diego chose you, so why would I keep your things in my place?" My reply was nonchalant. “Besides, I'll renovate my place, so I need to discard unnecessary items.” This part, I just made up. On the other hand, I felt it's a good idea.“Eloise!” His rage burst through the call. “Don't f**k with me! Just take these things back!” "