Alle Kapitel von Contracted to My Ex's Cold Brother : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

ELOISE The commotion was deliberately loud and successfully caught the attention of the floor. “Have you lost your mind?” Monica snapped, clutching her wrist as coffee spread across the polished floor. “Why did you shoved me?”“I didn’t even touch you,” I said, my tone was rather calm. “How dare you lie!” Claire cut in. “I've witnessed it with my own eyes! I had just called you out for your mistakes! and you got physical on my friend?”“If it was me in her place, God knows what you would have done!?” Her voice was sharp enough to slice through the growing murmurs.“Elbowing your way through already?” Elise added, her voice lighter but no less cutting. “That’s some desperation.”I didn't answer, but stood there calmly without reacting to them.Honestly, I'm not new to this. Since childhood, I've been subjected to bullying and ignorance which thickened my skin a bit. Through the years, I've remained calm, and whenever I've been blamed wrongly, I've stood up for myself, causing dissa

ELOISE I couldn't help but glance at the cold man beside me. My fingers clasped together tightly, the only thing keeping my trembling from spilling out.I still have no idea where we're going. He only asked me to follow, and when I asked, "You'll know," that's all he answered.Assistant Marcus sat in the front beside the driver, leaving only silence in the back seat with Abraham and me.I shifted slightly. It was honestly quite strange and uncomfortable.“You want something?” His voice cut through the silence, and I realized too late that my eyes had been on him.I blinked quickly, a cold knot tightening in my stomach as I directed my gaze to the window.“No… Well, actually yes.” Damn! Get a hold of yourself woman! He raised his eyes from his phone and turned to me. His indifferent gaze was already hard enough, and now it felt even more terrifying!"I was just wondering where we were headed…" I tried to put on a polite smile.His eyes lingered on me for a moment before looking away

ELOISE My head snapped back, moving past all the heads and settled upon the imposing figure. As usual, Abraham Argos attracted all attention to himself. Everyone parted instantly, making space for his commanding presence. I couldn't believe my fate! A supposedly serene night had turned chaotic, thanks to my ex-husband and my sister. Now, even my boss was dragged into this. Just great! “Wow, who's he?” “He's so damn handsome!” “His aura is so powerful! Is he related to Selene?”... As soon as Abraham Argos made an appearance, whispers shifted toward him effortlessly. He walked forward slowly, yet authoritatively. His eyes lazily swept over Damien and Selene before landing on me. "You okay?" Amidst all the blame, when his concern, even if for courtesy, came, my emotions suddenly welled up and my throat tightened involuntarily. “Wait—is he with her?” “Damn! Why would he bother such a shameless woman!?” “I'm so disappointed right now!”... At that part

ELOISE I warily stepped toward the car, still unsure if I saw it correctly.The chaos is still pouring out from the open doors of the mansion behind me.I reached for the heavy door handle, my fingers trembled slightly as I pulled. The interior light flooded, and I gasped as a small, messy head of dark hair shot up from the floor of the backseat.I froze. Staring back at me was a little boy, no older than Diego, with eyes that held the same piercing, storm-cloud intensity as Abraham’s. He looked like a miniature, disheveled version of the man currently losing his mind inside the house.The moment our eyes met, his expression didn't crumble into tears or relief; instead, his gaze narrowed, sweeping over my face with a sharp, calculating suspicion that felt far too mature for his age."Who are you?" He demanded, his voice was childish yet firm enough to halt steps. He even seemed slightly displeased at the Interruption. His intense gaze caught me off guard, and I instinctively step

ELOISE The moment those words slipped out of my tongue. Mr. Argos visibly froze. He looked like he'd been struck. A strange, unreadable look flashed across his eyes—one that looked more like a mix of anguish and resentment. The hallway fell into a grave silence; I could practically hear my own heartbeat.. I regretted my question instantly; the words tasted like ash in my mouth. Perhaps, I had gone too far. My lips parted, ready to apologize for crossing the boundary, when suddenly, a sharp, intrusive trill from his phone shattered the silence. The tension snapped like a dry twig. He pulled the device from his pocket; his eyes scanned the screen before he pressed it to his ear. He listened to the other end for a few seconds. "Alright," he said, and hung up without another word. His gaze drifted back to me. "It's almost midnight, Miss Ricardo. You should head back home now." The mask of indifference slipped back into place. "My other driver is here; he'