The Secret Billionaire Holds My Heart のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Elara Quinn hated the way her stepsister, Selene Quinn, rubbed Alexander Langford's chest and laughed as they talked with Harrison Trent, the leader of Trent Conglomerate, whose multi-million dollar deal had made this evening's event a resounding success. Three years ago, Elara had told her mother she was marrying Sebastian Langford—the heir to the Langford empire—and Selene had turned into a totally different person. Since then, her stepsister had been relentless in her pursuit of Sebastian, flirting shamelessly, and acting like she was the one married to him. Elara on the other hand had grown used to it, but to her, it still left a bitter taste. As Elara watched the scene unfold in front of her, Selene whispered something into Sebastian's ear, her breath grazing his skin, and he chuckled, oblivious to the manipulation unfolding before him. Elara's eyes narrowed. Why couldn't he see it? Why couldn't he see the way Selene's eyes sparkled with delight whenever she touched him

“No!” Elara refused, yet Sebastian compelled the pen into her grip, his gaze intense.“Fuckin sign it!” Elara's hand trembled with the pen as she started to sign, her eyes filling with tears. It seemed to her that she was relinquishing her whole existence, her complete sense of self.However, he wasn't providing her with an option. He wanted it all finished immediately. While signing the document, she realized that her husband she knew for three years could change just the next day. Elara's voice was only a whisper as she handed the papers back, asking,"Are you happy now, Sebastian? Is this what you wanted?"Sebastian didn't even bother they were people around, his voice came out cold and detached. "What are you even saying? You’re the one who cheated on me, you should stop playing the victim card. I'm done listening to you."He left, leaving Elara by herself in the corridor, the divorce papers gripped tightly in his hand. The audience broke apart, murmuring and whispering to each

“Yes!” Sebastian’s jaw clenched, his eyes burning with determination. “I love her, Selara. And I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back.” He moved with a sudden urgency, grabbing his scattered clothes from the floor – a rumpled button-down shirt, his trousers, and a pair of socks that had mysteriously landed under the cushion. He pulled them on haphazardly, his movements jerky and frantic. "I've got to go. I need to make things right with Elara."Selene, her face a mask of fury, lunged forward. "Sebastian, no! You can't just leave! What about us?!"He didn't even look back, his hand already on the doorknob. "There is no 'us', Selene. There never was." With a final, decisive twist, he was out the door, the sound of her frustrated cry echoing down the hallway as he raced towards the elevator.>>>At the apartment Elara was, the silence was thick, heavy with the weight of her despair. Her bags, a large suitcase and a smaller duffel, sat by the front door, stark monuments to her decisi

Somewhere in a far distance in the city, The morning light, thin and watery, struggled to penetrate the grimy window of Elara’s new reality. She blinked, her eyelids heavy, the vestiges of a restless sleep clinging to her. Her head throbbed, a dull echo of the tears she’d shed the night before. This wasn’t her king-sized bed, soft and yielding, in the apartment she’d shared with Sebastian. This was a cramped, utilitarian room, barely large enough for the single bed she occupied and the two suitcases piled precariously in the corner.A cheap, floral wallpaper peeled in places, and the air carried a stale scent of old dust and desperate hope. She’d fled in a daze, the image of Selene and Sebastian burned into her mind, and this no-frills guesthouse on the outskirts of the city was the only place she could find last minute. She’d called in sick for the next few days, muttering something about a stomach bug. The truth was, she couldn’t bear the thought of facing the office, facing the

Weeks bled into a month, each day feeling heavier than the last for Elara. The divorce papers, now finalized, were a cold, hard truth, but their implications were far more widespread than she could have imagined. Her life, once a meticulously planned ascent, had become a freefall.The Ardent Group, the company she’d poured her soul into, had become a hostile environment. Sebastian’s promotion to COO had been swift, almost brutally so. The irony was a bitter pill: the massive deal that had cemented his rise, the very foundation of his new power, had been her doings. She’d spearheaded the negotiations, burned the midnight oil, sacrificed weekends and holidays. Yet, the moment Sebastian’s new title was announced, she found herself demoted. Her office, her projects, her hard-earned respect – all systematically stripped away. Now, she was relegated to a cubicle in a far corner, tasked with menial administrative duties, a constant, stinging reminder of her fallen status.But the professi