Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Fake Bride : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Celine’s POVLucien was not with me in bed when I woke up. Dread settled in the pit of my stomach as I rifled through the sheets. I got down and cleaned up, then left the room in an equal rush.When I shut the door and headed out, I noticed a woman in black-and-white clothing talking to Matilda. Jere sat on Matilda’s lap, watching as the two women talked. She was probably looking for a job. But as I drew closer to Elara’s room, trying not to be noticed by either of them, I caught a glimpse of what they were saying.“It’s such a shame, Lily. You were one of the few maids that I actually liked,” she said in a sad voice. I blinked, confused. Lily? “Well, if you ever need your job back, our doors are open.”Lily bowed slightly, then walked straight toward the exit. That was when I noticed the tote she was hanging on her shoulders. Before she crossed the threshold, she turned around and spotted me. I was still stunned by the fact that she was leaving, but as she looked at me, she smiled s

Celine's POV Lucien looked like he would commit murder. He exhales sharply, anger radiating off him in waves. When he looks at me, his eyes are dark with fury.Slowly, dread curled through me.“Lucien, I didn’t know,” I manage, but he barely blinks in my direction.“I’ll kill him,” he growls, then grabs the carton and hurls it to the ground, everything spilling. The perfume inside shatters, and so do the bracelets. A shard from a glass bottle jumps to my arm and slices it open as Lucien keeps stomping on everything. I wince as blood leaks from the injury, but I don’t move from my spot on the bed.I just watch Lucien rage, my heart pounding out of my chest.He turns to me sharply and grabs my shoulder like he just snapped out of it.“Shit, you’re hurt,” he exclaims. I shake my head.“I’m fine.” I try for a smile, but it falters. I have no idea how I feel about all this.“I’m so sorry. I’ll get the kit…”I stop him before he can leave and assure him I’ll clean it up myself.“Go to work

Celine’s POVWhen Ava came home, I knew something was wrong before she even opened her mouth.She smiled at me.A real warm smile that was almost tender. It felt like sunlight poured into a room that should’ve stayed dark. I whipped my head around to see if someone was behind me, but there wasn’t.“Hey,” she said softly. “How are you doing?”I stared at her for a good minute, contemplating what was going on.“Umm,” I stuttered, not able to find words.She watched me for a second longer than normal. Then she moved toward the kitchen.“I’ll make you some tea,” she offered. I didn’t ask for tea.“Umm, no thank you.”But before I could finish my sentence, she’s already moving around like she lived here more than I did. When she set the cup in front of me, she sat another cup down and flashed that smile again.I looked down at the tea, steam curling out of the cup. It smelled divine.“You’ve seemed tired lately,” she said gently. “Is everything okay?”Kind words from the wrong person. It so

Celine's POV I wake to a hand shaking me slowly, then harshly. I frown, confused and heavy with sleep, before my eyes even focus, something cold kisses the soft skin beneath my jaw.A knife.My heart rams into my ribs, and then Enzo’s face takes shape out of the dark, inches from mine. His eyes glitter with menace.“You dumb bitch,” he whispers, voice silked with poison. “You think you can double-cross me?”Terror freezes me in place and my throat locks. I can’t scream. I can’t even move. It feels like my lungs have been filled with ice water and every breath hurts.His smirk widens.“What? You thought you were safe in here?” He presses the blade harder, the cold edge digging into my skin. “I will kill you. And your unborn child. If you don’t do what I tell you, you will die by my hands. I told you that I had eyes everywhere, didn't I?”“No… please… don't…I can’t,” I choke, curling a hand over my stomach. “Please just leave me alone…”He laughs. Actually laughs, like a crazy maniac. A

Celine’s POV I don’t realise I’ve been holding my breath until I hear a clinking sound: Lucien’s glass of wine meeting mine of water.His perfume circles me like a warm hug, and even though I missed him so much, I frown at him.“Hey,” he mumbles with a tired grin, and I just turn away, ignoring him. From the moment I met this man, I knew he was a workaholic, but he is as good to me as any fake husband, or even real husband, could be.Plus, he has, in his own ways, tried to make up for his shortcomings, which I am very grateful for. Still, a part of me was deeply disappointed when he wouldn’t hear me out this morning. This awful party should end as soon as possible; we really need to talk.“You’re still mad at me?”“Mad at you? Why should I be mad at you?” I turn away when he comes to stand in front of me.“For starters, you won’t even look at me,” he points out, and I roll my eyes.“So that means I’m mad because I don’t want to look at you? You need to get your ego checked, my man,” h