All Chapters of His Wife On Paper : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Eliora’s POVThe rain had stopped hours ago, but the city still looked washed out. It was grey, quiet, and unsettled like any moment from now, it would rain again.From my office window, I could see flashes of reporters hovering near the parking lot, waiting for another headline to feed on.Don’t they ever get tired?They chased stories the way I used to chase peace. Stupid.Mr. Hart cleared his throat softly. “The timing couldn’t be better, Eliora. Your novel has the kind of emotional depth, drama, and tension people crave on screen. If we adapt it, it could silence all those… rumors.”Rumors. The word curled in my stomach like poison.Half the world suddenly thought I was buying my way into the industry because a certain billionaire decided to invest in my company.Pathetic.I managed a polite smile. “I appreciate the offer, Mr. Hart. But I can’t let that story be turned into a movie.”At least not yet.His brows lifted. “Then at least consider writing something new for adaptation.

Kian's POV The clink of cutlery against porcelain filled the quiet between us.My mother had always preferred silence to conversation, a weapon she’d mastered after years of power and restraint.I reached for my wine, keeping my gaze on the glass instead of her. “You could’ve called.”“I was in the area,” she said, cutting neatly into her salmon. “And I thought I’d stop by.”I didn’t buy it. She never just stopped by.“So,” I said evenly, “what did you really come for?”Her lips curved. “You make it sound like I need a reason to see my son.”She paused, tilting her head. “It’s been quite the hassle to see you since you moved out two years ago,” she purred.“You usually do have a reason.”That earned a small smile. Proud, almost amused.“Fair point.” She dabbed her mouth with a napkin, tone casual, almost conversational.“I paid Eliora a visit today.”The fork in my hand stilled midair. I didn’t look up. “Did you.”“Yes. She’s doing rather well for herself.”Her voice was light, almos

Eliora's POVThe evening air was soft and cool, brushing against my skin like a quiet whisper. After days of tight chests and sleepless nights, it felt good to be outside again—to breathe.Elijah had returned from his trip this morning. The moment he saw me, he smiled that calm, familiar smile that always seemed to steady me. He said I looked pale and that I needed “a little air,” and before I could argue, he was already leading me out the door.We had been everywhere just today: from the amusement park to a game house to an ice cream treat, you name it.I felt a little pity for Elijah because he had just returned from a trip and I'm pretty sure he was exhausted, but he wouldn't listen to my constant “whine” about why he should rest.Now, I sat by the water, watching the waves crash gently against the rocks. Streetlights glowed in the distance, painting golden lines on the sea.I closed my eyes briefly, breathing in the fresh air; I opened my eyes and looked to my left to find Elijah

Eliora's POVZoey was mid-sentence, complaining about Elijah’s breakfast choices, when my phone buzzed on the counter.Kian's name flashed across the screen—followed by a second message. I knew the moment I read it that our truce was over."I'm outside your house."How did he find us? My breath hitched."What is it?" Zoey asked, noticing my frozen state."Kian," I whispered. "He knows where we live.”“What? What does he want?” As if on cue another message pops up, “He wants to talk.”Zoey narrows her eyes, “What's with that look?” “What look?” I shrugged.“Don't tell me you want to go meet him.”I stood and reached for my coat, “He is outside my house Zoey.” I started walking towards the door.Zoey stepped in front of me, blocking the door. "What if Julian already told him? What then, Eliora? Will you just give up Ezra?"I swallowed, the thought paralyzing me for a second. But I shook my head. "If that were the case, he would already be banging down the door. You know Kian.""I say

Kian's POVThe slap still burned. Not the sting on my cheek, but the sound it made in the cold night air—the sound of her final, definitive rejection. "I want you to act like nothing ever existed between us because let's be honest... it didn't."Lies. All lies. I’d spent two years convinced she was gone because she hated me. Now I knew she was gone because she…fearedme. And she’d replaced me with Elijah.I don't remember leaving the curb. I don't remember the drive. I only remember the blinding, visceral need to turn the noise in my head into quiet static. I found the most expensive bottle of scotch in the house. And I gulped it down, ignoring the burning sensation in my chest.Hours later, the penthouse was a wreck. A dozen empty glasses lay scattered. I was sprawled on the cold marble floor. The chill was the only thing that felt real. The television was showing a silent, looping clip of Eliora and Elijah—the golden couple, the successful entrepreneurs, the fiancés. Every time her