All Chapters of Married to My Cold Billionaire Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dinner Amid Chaos The day of the dinner arrived without ceremony. Eloise buried herself in her work with absolute focus, as though every email she answered and every spreadsheet she reviewed could help her ignore the weight of what awaited her that evening. Augusto also seemed absorbed in his work, locked inside his office without calling for her or provoking her as he usually did. The atmosphere was professional. Silent. Tense. At around two in the afternoon, his office door opened. Augusto emerged with his impeccable posture and unreadable expression. He approached her desk and placed a small black velvet box on top of her planner. “You may leave for the day. Go get ready. And take this with you,” he said casually. She stared at the box as though it were a bomb about to explode. “There’s already a dress and a pair of shoes. This… doesn’t make sense,” she said without touching the box. “You don’t need to go overboard.” Augusto held her gaze with patient firmness. “It mak

The party continued amid luxury and restrained laughter. Elegant guests circulated with glasses of champagne in their hands. Some discussed business with grave expressions, while others shared amusing stories and laughed loudly in hopes of attracting attention. But in a quieter corner of the ballroom—surrounded by businessmen hungry for connections and flatterers smiling far too eagerly—Lorenzo Mello stood apart in silence. He held his glass of champagne like a man who already believed he had conquered half of what he desired. His gaze traveled through the room with calculated attention, searching for influential faces, powerful names… contracts. Tonight was his opportunity to infiltrate that world. There, among men in tailored suits and women adorned with glittering jewelry, he believed he could finally establish his name. His company’s name. His path to the top. What he wanted was simple. Power. Beside him, Nicole awkwardly swirled her glass, dressed in something far too

The ballroom fell into respectful silence when José Monteiro rose from his seat. With a glass in his hand, his very presence commanded attention. “It pleases me to see this room filled with so many important people—friends, partners… and, of course, my family,” he said, briefly glancing at Augusto, who maintained a neutral expression. “I’m reaching a point in my life when passing the torch begins to feel more like a responsibility than a choice. I want you all to know that when the time comes, that decision will be made wisely. The position of CEO will go to whoever demonstrates strength, vision… and loyalty.” A subtle tension swept through the room. Some guests exchanged glances. Others simply raised their glasses. Augusto kept his expression impassive, but inside, he understood. It was a warning. His father could be planning to test him… Or surprise him. From farther across the room, José’s attentive gaze settled on one particular face. A man with a forced smile and a perf

Wounds Laid BareEloise drank the whiskey in a single swallow.The liquid burned down her throat like fire, but the pain in her chest was stronger.Throbbing.Relentless.She rested the glass against her thigh and leaned into the sofa as though she needed its support to keep her soul inside her body.The silence persisted.But this time, Augusto was the first to speak.“I’ve felt that kind of pain too.”There was no pity in his voice.His tone was sober and heavy, almost as though he were reliving something he would have preferred to keep buried.“I don’t understand everything that happened to you tonight… but I recognize that look. The look of someone who has been betrayed. Someone who has been… deceived.”Eloise stared at him, her curiosity mingling with disbelief.Augusto Monteiro?In pain?He seemed untouchable.Far too strong to suffer like that.But he continued.“I used that pain to make myself stronger. It wasn’t easy. But it passed.”She studied him more closely now.Beneath

Augusto held her firmly and, in one fluid motion, lifted Eloise onto the cold kitchen counter. Their lips never parted; their bodies already knew the way. The contrast of icy marble against her bare skin drew a gasp from her—one quickly swallowed by his hungry mouth.Augusto’s hands moved lower with precision. They gripped her waist, explored her thighs, and then stopped…Right there.He exhaled sharply, breathless, his eyes locked on hers as though he had just discovered something that had driven him completely out of his mind.“No panties, Eloise…” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough and heavy with a desire he could no longer contain.She shuddered, her entire body pulsing beneath his touch. Augusto brushed his fingers over her skin with maddening patience, as though he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Her soft moans were music to his ears—and fuel to the fire.He lowered his face to her neck, kissing her slowly before teasing her earlobe with delicious cruelty. She ar