All Chapters of One night stand with the Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

When I got to work the next day, I didn’t waste time. I went straight to his office, determined to answer his message and find out exactly why he wanted to see me.At the door, I paused, pulling in a shaky breath before pushing it open. The quiet click of the door closing behind me felt too loud in the stillness of the room.He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, one hand buried lazily in his pocket as he stared out at the city below. The black suit he wore was cut so sharp it could wound, hugging his broad shoulders like it was stitched onto him. The open collar of his shirt dipped just enough to look careless, yet somehow breathtaking.“You’re late.” His voice carried across the room, low and smooth, but he didn’t bother to turn around.“I’m sorry, sir.” The word slipped out before I could stop it, my voice trembling against the hammering of my heartbeat. I bowed my head, trying to steady myself. Calm down. He just wants to talk. Maybe he recognizes you now.“Sir?” He ec

Sebestain's POV When I slid into the car, I told the driver to take me to the family estate. Then I leaned back in silence, my mind stuck on Anora. She was the first woman I’d ever taken to the suite of my personal hotel and the first to walk away from my money. She didn't even know who I was when we met and she didn't know I owned the place we spent the night in. I had never brought anyone there. Not even Clara. Seeing her yesterday, in that cleaner’s uniform, her wide, startled eyes fixed on me, her beauty sharper than I remembered, I realized I’d never really gotten over her. Ignoring her wouldn’t last long. I already knew that. My phone buzzed. One glance at the caller ID, and a smirk tugged at my mouth. Clara. Of course. She was the reason my father had summoned me. We’d been engaged for six years, though I’d kept the wedding at arm’s length. I didn’t want to marry her. At first, I told myself I was falling for her slowly, maybe that one day I’d catch up. But then came

Anora's POV I pulled my hand back and took a small step away, suddenly needing space. My throat felt dry, so I cleared it, averting my gaze from him.“I… I have to think about it first.”He let out a slow breath, slipping his hand into his pocket. “Okay.” His voice was calm and unreadable. “I’ll give you time to think.”He pulled out a small card and held it out to me. I hesitated before taking it, my eyes flicking down. His name and an address were printed neatly across it.Then, a sudden urge to ask him why he had two names surged through me. “Why do you have two names?” I asked, my gaze snapping back to him. “Sebastian… is that really who you are? Or is it Dante?”He paused, hand on the doorknob, and turned just enough to look at me over his shoulder. “My real name is Sebastian. Dante’s just the name my father prefers.”And with that, he opened the door and walked out with no hesitation and no backward glance.The silence he left behind pressed in on me. I sank onto the couch, the

Sebastian’s POVThe moment the words left my mouth, the room froze. Silence crashed down like ice water. They stood rooted in place, wide-eyed, as though the walls themselves had swallowed the air. Perfect. This was exactly the kind of shock I wanted them to choke on. Especially Clara.I held her stare, hungry to catch every flicker in her expression. Her eyes darted between me and Anora, her face blotching crimson.“Sebastian.” Her voice finally broke, trembling, gasping for air. “Tell me… tell me this is just a joke.”A slow, deliberate smirk curved my lips.My mother remained by Clara’s side, her gaze fixed on Anora. Strange. Moments ago she was preaching about loving Clara, yet now she stood mute like she was calculating. I didn’t find her silence unsettling. If anything, it told me she was finally learning.“Mother,” Clara choked, turning desperately toward her. “Talk to him. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” Her tears spilled fast and hot, streaking her flawless face.Fake.

Anora's POV “I can’t,” I whispered, my throat tight. “People will talk.”I had known marrying a man like Sebastian meant attention, but I wasn’t ready for the flashes of cameras, the whispered headlines and the suffocating weight of the paparazzi. Not yet.“You’re my wife now, Anora.” His voice was low, his chin tilted with that pride I despised. “You can’t escape that part. Either way, people will talk.”I exhaled slowly, staring down at my hands. He was right. It wasn’t even myself I was worried about. It was him. The world still believed he was engaged to Clara, and he hadn’t done a damn thing to change that narrative.“Fine,” I muttered. “But let’s not forget. I’m only your wife because of our agreement.”“Whatever,” he said flatly, brushing it off as we stepped out of the gallery into the evening air.By the time he pulled up to my building, I already had my hand on the door handle.“I’ll send over some clothes and a makeup artist,” he said, his tone brisk. “So you can make you