All Chapters of The Billonaire's Ideal Bride: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Celeste’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the dining room, I kept walking. I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care either. I just knew that if I remained at that table for one more minute, something terrible would happen.Something involving Millie. Possibly a plate or a fork. Maybe both will be thrown at her. I released a long breath as I moved through the hallways of the mansion. The sound of conversation gradually faded behind me until all I could hear was the soft clicking of my heels against the marble floor.I eventually found myself outside.The cool evening air greeted me immediately. A small breeze brushed against my face, carrying the scent of flowers from the gardens.For the first time that evening, I felt like I could breathe properly. I continued walking without any destination in mind. The stone pathway stretched ahead of me while decorative lights illuminated the gardens around the mansion.It should have been peaceful, beautiful, and relaxing. Guess it was

The tension hanging in the hallway didn't disappear immediately. After Viktor grabbed Celeste's wrist and declared she wasn't going anywhere with me, I was fully prepared for another fight. A part of me actually welcomed it. The first one had been interrupted too soon. But before either of us could say another word, Celeste turned toward Viktor. She simply looked at him without a word. Just one look, and Viktor stepped back. His grip loosened. Rhen completely disappeared. For a second, even I was surprised. Viktor looked away first. The anger remained on his face, but there was something else there, too. He clenched his jaw tightly before speaking. "Fine. Do whatever you want." Celeste didn't respond. Neither did I. Honestly, I didn't care what had just happened between them. All I cared about was the fact that Viktor had finally let go of her. Because whether he liked it or not, Celeste was my wife now. Contract or not, three years or not…she married me. And I wasn't about t

Roman’s POV "Go to bed, Celeste. We'll talk tomorrow morning." I mumbled.  Celeste looked at me from across the bed, her eyes still carrying a mixture of confusion, disbelief, and exhaustion. The words felt rushed even to my own ears. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to argue, but I stepped closer and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Please." She studied my face for a moment before finally nodding. "Okay." I knew I was pulling the fast string. I knew I was forcing things forward before she had enough time to think about everything that had happened.