Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Fake Bride : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Ava’s POVAva clenched her teeth so hard she thought they might crack as she watched the couple leave the house in an almost mocking stride. She scoffed and smoothed a hand over her hair, aware of the eyes on her. She even heard one of the maids giggle, like this was some game she was losing in the most embarrassing way.She stayed rooted to the spot where Lucien and Celeste had confronted her.“Do you get it now, Ava?” Elara appeared behind her, a smug smile on her face and her brows raised. “Lucien will always choose Celeste over you, anytime, anywhere. Don’t think you can deceive him. He does not care about you anymore.” She hissed each word. Ava said nothing, just let her ramble. Elara had always hated her, just like Zane did.“You were only allowed to be here because of Zane, and Lucien is kind enough to overlook the fact that you’re undeserving because he cares for his brother. You better know your place,” Elara added.Ava rolled her eyes.Zane, Zane, Zane. She had only mentione

Celine’s POVI scoffed and looked away, pretending the butterflies weren’t throwing a parade in my stomach.I felt my face burn hot red. I tried to cover it, but he’d already seen how hard I was blushing. My heart was pounding so violently I thought it might just explode.“Just one!” I said with a frown.“Just one,” he agreed.The saleswoman approached with a dress bag, but Lucien shook his head.“No. I want something more fitting.”We ended up picking nine dresses and two tops Lucien claimed were made for me. He asked me to model them so we could pick the best one. After showing him the first two, he nodded.“It looks lovely on you, but we need the best. Keep going.”I sighed and walked back into the fitting room. A second later, he handed a dress over the door.“Try this.”I unzipped the bag—and froze.It was stunning. A gorgeous midnight-blue silk dress.“Lucien, this is—”“Just try it.”I rolled my eyes and slipped it on.It clung to me like it knew every line of my body. Thin str

Celine's POVThe warm water trickled down our skin as he thrusts steadily into me. “Ah ah…” I moaned, matching the rhythm of his movements. My arms tightened around him and I bury my face into his neck, panting as he fucks me hard. He held me up effortlessly, one arm locked beneath my thighs, the other braced against my lower back as if I weighed nothing. Every thrust lifted me higher, my breath catching as my body bounced in his grip. I clung to him, trembling, completely at his mercy and completely safe in his hold.His hand slid up my spine, gripping the back of my neck as he drove into me harder, water splashing against our skin with every thrust.“Look at me,” he growled against my ear.I lifted my head, breath shaking. The moment our eyes met, his pace changed — deeper, faster, like he wanted to feel every reaction tear through me.My knees buckled. He caught me easily, pressing my back against the cold tile, never breaking rhythm.“Fuck—” I cried out as the contrast of heat

Celine’s POVAdrian’s hand was still on my back. He didn’t snatch it away or even panic; he just slowly lowered it, composed, like he’d been caught fixing the centerpiece on a dining table—not touching another man’s wife.I felt like crying at this point. Why was the universe so cruel to me? What the hell did I do in my other lifetime to warrant such ill luck?I wiped my mouth, still coughing slightly.“I… I choked. That’s all.”Lucien’s eyes flicked to the glass, then to Adrian, then back to me. A cold assessment passed through his dark eyes. Adrian stepped in before the silence could kill me.“She was taking a sip, and it went down the wrong pipe,” he said smoothly. “I just happened to be around to help soothe her. Nothing serious.” His tone was provoking. “Right, angel?” He turned to me.Lucien didn’t blink as he took my glass from me and set it down on the table.“She is married,” he said. I could hear the anger in his voice. Adrian’s eyes stayed on me.“She doesn’t look taken.” H

Celine’s pov The house was quieter than it had been all day.Dinner was meant to be a small gathering for close family after the memorial, a final moment to breathe before everyone scattered again.I didn’t know Zane personally, but even I could feel the emptiness he left behind. It hung in the air like a shadow no one dared acknowledge. Matilda sat at the head of the long dining table, trying to look strong even though her eyes held the kind of fatigue only grief brings. Elara beside me tapped her fork lightly against her plate—one of her restless habits.No one was really talking.The soft creak of the front door opening cut through the stillness.A tall, sturdy man stepped inside, shoulders tense, suit wrinkled from rushing. He dropped his luggage near the console like he’d come straight from the airport without stopping for anything. I had never seen him before, but the family resemblance was unmistakable: the sharp jawline, the light eyes, even the calm, composed way he carried