Semua Bab The billionaire i Married by mistake : Bab 1 - Bab 10

October in London was brutal.It wasn't just the rain hammering against the windows of the small two-bedroom flat in Croydon. It was the coldness inside the house that was worse. Elise Carter had been awake since five, even though her little flower and bookshop, "The Petal Pages," in Notting Hill didn't open until nine.She had made breakfast — scrambled eggs, toast, baked beans for her six-year-old niece Ava. She had packed lunch for her sister Sophie, who worked as a nurse and was already exhausted from night shifts. She cleaned the tiny kitchen and, as she did on the tenth of every month, she placed a white envelope on the fridge. Inside was £2,000.It was almost everything she made after paying her shop rent and suppliers.Elise was zipping her old backpack, ready to slip out quietly before anyone woke up, when she heard voices from the living room. Her brother-in-law, Mark."Sophie, I'm being serious. We have to start going Dutch. Completely Dutch. Rent, council tax, electric, gr

Elise woke up in a bed that felt like sleeping on a cloud.For a second, she forgot where she was. The ceiling was too high, the curtains were too expensive, and the London skyline was glittering outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.Right. She was married.She sat up quickly, her hair a mess. The master bedroom door was slightly open, and she could smell coffee. Strong, expensive coffee.She tiptoed out in her old faded pajamas - a t-shirt with a small hole and shorts - and found Ethan in the kitchen.He was already dressed for work. A sharp charcoal grey suit, white shirt, no tie, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was reading the Financial Times on his tablet and drinking black coffee. He looked like he had been up for hours. He looked like a CEO on the cover of a magazine, not an ordinary office worker.He glanced up when she entered."Morning," he said, his voice still cold but not as icy as yesterday."Good morning, Mr. Blackwood," Elise said awkwardly, clutching her pajama

Elise Carter had the best sleep of her life.The bed in the Kensington penthouse was not like any bed she had ever slept in. It was like sleeping on a warm, soft cloud that hugged her body. It didn't creak. It didn't have springs poking her back like the old bunk bed at her sister's house. And it smelled amazing — like fresh laundry and something else. Something woody, clean, masculine, and dangerously addictive.She didn't want to wake up.She snuggled deeper into the warmth, her face rubbing against what felt like a very firm, very warm pillow. The pillow even had a heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Strong and steady.A very nice pillow.She sighed happily and threw her arm and leg over the pillow, hugging it.The "pillow" went completely rigid.Elise frowned in her sleep. Pillows don't go rigid. And pillows don't have abs.Her eyes snapped open.She was not hugging a pillow.She was sprawled like an octmodel on top of Ethan Blackwood.The pillow wall she had so carefully built last n

Elise's phone had been buzzing non-stop since she left Blackwood Tower.It was her sister Sophie. 12 missed calls. 20 text messages.Elise where are you???Please pick up!Mark is in trouble!It's urgent!!!Elise's heart dropped. Mark in trouble? Even though he had called her a leech, he was still her sister's husband, Ava's father. She quickly called back while standing outside the giant Blackwood Tower, still holding the empty lily bouquets.Sophie picked up on the first ring, crying."Elise! Finally! Oh God, Elise, you need to come home! Now!""Sophie, what happened? Is Ava okay?""It's Mark! His company! Blackwood Properties! His boss said he's going to be fired! And we will lose the house! Elise, we have no savings! What will we do with Ava?"Blackwood Properties. Elise had heard that name before. Ethan said he worked as an assistant... maybe it was the same group? Blackwood Group owned many companies."Why is he being fired? He works so hard...""I don't know! His boss said his

Elise Carter made a very stupid mistake.After Ethan bought her entire street and gave her five years free rent, she felt guilty. She thought she had to work ten times harder to prove she wasn't lazy. She thought if she worked hard enough, she could pay him back.So for three days straight, she woke up at 4:30 a.m., went to New Covent Garden Flower Market to get the freshest roses, arranged 50 corporate bouquets for Blackwood Group, managed 30 walk-in customers, hired two more part-time staff, did all the accounts herself, and only slept for four hours.She refused to use Ethan's black card. She refused his driver. She took the tube with buckets of flowers.On the fourth morning, her body gave up.Elise woke up at 6 a.m. in the giant king-size bed in the penthouse, her head pounding like a drum, her throat on fire, her whole body shivering even though the room was warm. She tried to sit up and fell back down. The room was spinning.She had a high fever.Ethan had already left for work