Todos los capítulos de The billionaire i Married by mistake : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Elise Carter did not sleep at all after the kitchen kiss.After the second kiss — or was it the third? She lost count — Ethan Blackwood had stared at her swollen lips, said in his cold, serious voice, "Go to bed before I do something worse," and then walked back into his study and slammed the door.Worse? What could be worse than kissing? Elise lay in the giant king-size bed, hugging his suit jacket which still smelled like him, her face burning, her heart beating like she had run a marathon. She touched her lips. They still tingled.Did she just kiss her fake husband? Did she like it? Did she kiss him back?Yes. Yes, she did kiss him back. Clumsily, but she did.Oh my God.She pulled the duvet over her head and squealed silently.In his study, Ethan Blackwood also did not sleep.He sat at his desk, his glasses on, his white shirt stained with spicy noodle soup, his lips still tasting like her. He had his head in his hands.He, Ethan Blackwood, the man who fired a supermodel for tryin

The call came at 2:17 a.m.Elise and Ethan were asleep in the penthouse - still with the pillow wall between them, but after the Dior gala kiss on the cheek, the wall was getting thinner every night. Elise's foot was accidentally touching Ethan's leg under the duvet.Ethan's private phone rang. The ringtone for Grandma Rose. He picked up instantly, his grey eyes snapping open, cold and alert."Grandma?"It wasn't Grandma. It was Mrs. Hudson, crying."Chairman... oh Chairman... Madam Rose collapsed! At home! She was clutching her chest! The ambulance is here! We are going to St. Mary's Hospital! The doctor says it's her heart! It's her heart!"Ethan sat straight up, his face white. His mother had died of a heart attack. His father too. Grandma Rose was his only family left."Which hospital? I'm coming now," his voice was deadly calm, but his hands were shaking.Elise woke up from his movement. "Ethan? What happened?""Grandma collapsed. Heart. Hospital."Five words. Elise's blood went

Elise woke up on Day 2 of the honeymoon in a very compromising position.She was not on her side of the bed. She was completely on Ethan's side. Her head was on his bare chest, her arm was thrown across his abs, her leg was tangled with his leg, and her strawberry pajama top had ridden up slightly, showing her stomach.And Ethan was awake, looking down at her, his grey eyes dark, his morning stubble sexy, his arm around her waist, holding her there."Good morning, Mrs. Blackwood," he said, his voice deep and husky from sleep.Elise froze, then scrambled back to her side so fast she fell off the bed with a thump."Ouch!"Ethan sat up instantly, worried. "Are you hurt?""I... I'm fine!" She was on the floor, her hair messy, her face redder than her strawberries. "You... you pulled me! The pillow wall!""There was no pillow wall. You pulled it down yourself at 3 a.m. and said 'I'm cold, husband, hold me.' Don't you remember?""I did NOT say that!" Elise covered her face. "I would never s

Elise Carter fainted for exactly four minutes and thirty-two seconds.She woke up not on the floor of her flower shop, but in the giant king-size bed in the penthouse on Billionaires' Row. The bed she had shared with Ethan for two months, with a pillow wall, with strawberry pajamas, with midnight noodle kisses.But now she saw it differently.The penthouse was not a "small company flat." The floor-to-ceiling windows showed Hyde Park and Kensington Palace. The chandelier was crystal. The bed was bigger than her old flat. The painting on the wall - she now realized - was a real Monet, worth millions.And standing by the bed, looking terrified, in his full CEO suit, was not her poor office worker husband. It was Ethan Blackwood. Chairman of Blackwood Group. Britain's richest man. The man on the cover of Forbes she had once seen in his study and he said was his "distant cousin."His cold mask was completely gone. His hair was messy from running his hands through it. His tie was loosened.

The drive back from Camden to Billionaires' Row took 40 minutes.Elise Carter was in the passenger seat of the Range Rover, wrapped in Ethan Blackwood's huge, wet suit jacket, barefoot, hair dripping, sneezing every five minutes, but holding Ethan's hand so tightly he couldn't change gears properly."You are going to make us crash, Mrs. Blackwood," Ethan said, but he was smiling, his wet hair falling on his forehead, his white shirt soaked and transparent, showing his chest underneath. He looked wrecked and happy."Then crash into our building. I don't care. We own it," Elise said, giggling through sneezes.Our building. Our home.When they arrived at the penthouse, Mrs. Hudson opened the door and screamed, "Chairman! Mrs. Blackwood! You are both soaked! And barefoot! And there is blood on your hand, Chairman! From roses!""I made 999 roses," Ethan said proudly, as if he had built a skyscraper. "With my own hands."Mrs. Hudson looked at Elise, who was still barefoot and wrapped in his