All Chapters of Married to My Cold Billionaire Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dinner ended on a peaceful, almost comforting note. Eloise and her father talked about simple things—childhood memories, old neighbors, and stories from when she still lived beneath that roof.As soon as he set down his silverware, Eloise was the first to stand.“Leave the kitchen to me tonight, Dad. Go get some rest.”He raised an eyebrow as though he intended to protest, but quickly surrendered with a small gesture.“Only because you asked, sweetheart.”He rose and went into the living room, settling into the armchair by the window with his book in hand. The television remained on, the low murmur of the evening news soon giving way to the nightly soap opera.In the kitchen, Eloise filled the sink with warm water and began washing the dishes. The running faucet blended with the gentle clinking of china, but her thoughts were louder than any sound around her.Should I call him?Send him a message?Just to find out whether he made it home… or whether he’s thinking about me too?Distrac

Dust, Laughter, and Green EyesThe timid Saturday sun was already filtering through the curtains when Eloise opened her eyes. Last night’s dream still clung to her, but she didn’t have time to sink back into that strange feeling. She needed some air.She pulled on a simple workout outfit and went for a run through the neighborhood. The chilly morning breeze brushed her face, and with every quick step, she felt the week’s tension leave her body. Running was the only time her heart raced for a reason other than Augusto Monteiro.When she returned, her father was already sitting at the table, reading the newspaper and drinking the coffee she’d made before heading out.“I thought you’d sleep in today, sweetheart,” he said, looking up over the paper.“I can’t,” she replied, pouring herself a cup of black coffee. “I need to burn off some energy or I’ll go crazy.”The mood was light, almost comfortably domestic—a contrast to the turmoil still echoing inside her. They chatted about simple thi

Under His Gaze “Look who finally decided to show up!” a man’s voice cut through the music, making Nathalia turn first, her eyes lighting up. For a moment, Eloise froze. Her polite smile stayed in place, but something twisted inside her. Thiago Albuquerque approached with an easy grin, unhurried steps, and the confidence of someone who never had to ask permission to go anywhere. His white shirt was slightly open at the collar, and his dress pants seemed out of place in the club—but somehow, on him, they made perfect sense. “Ladies!” he exclaimed, opening his arms before greeting each of them with a kiss on both cheeks. “I thought I’d spend the whole week surrounded by suits and sharks, but look at this… I got lucky.” “Thiago!” Nathalia cheered, clapping her hands. “You show up even here? Are you following me?” “Who knows?” He winked, amused, then turned to Eloise. “And you, Miss Nogueira…” He paused dramatically, letting his eyes travel over her wine-red dress. “You look absolut

No Words. No Asking. The mood at the table was light, but Eloise had stopped paying attention to the conversation. The music was calling to her, and she let herself follow its rhythm, rising with a mischievous smile. Nathalia cheered, raising her glass. “That’s it, girl! Show them how it’s done!” Eloise moved in front of the table and let the heavy beat guide her. Her wine-red dress followed every curve, the slit revealing teasing glimpses of her leg. Her loose hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her red lipstick gleamed beneath the club lights. She knew people were watching. She could feel every man’s gaze in the VIP area fixed on her—wanting, appraising, imagining. And for some reason she couldn’t explain, it didn’t make her retreat. If anything, it made her smile more boldly. But among all those glances, one burned differently. Augusto Monteiro watched her in silence. His jaw was tight, his fingers drummed against the side of his glass, and his green eyes blazed. J

Consumed by the FireEloise didn’t look away. Her eyes gleamed with challenge and desire as she approached slowly, fully aware of the effect she was having on him.She positioned herself between his legs, standing tall, then leaned in until her lips nearly brushed his ear. The warm, sweet scent of her skin surrounded Augusto, and he held his breath.“I told you I was going to play with fire…” she whispered, teasing, her lips grazing his earlobe. “Now you’re the one who’s going to burn.”A shiver ran down his spine.With a slow, deliberate movement, Eloise lowered herself to her knees. Her petite hands traveled up his strong, muscular thighs until they reached his belt. She never took her eyes off him, and that eye contact was even more devastating than her touch.Taking her time, as if drawing out the torment, she unfastened his pants and lowered the zipper. The fabric gave way, revealing how hard and aroused he was. Augusto drew a deep breath, his jaw clenched as he fought the urge t