Semua Bab I Hate You, Mr Billionaire. : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Lucian's POVI never believe in love. It was a fabricated concept, created to fuel the delusions of people who have nothing better to do than chase feelings they can’t even define. That belief has been passed down through the Montgomery line like some sacred family recipe. My Great-grandfather preached it. My grandfather shaped it. Father was supposed to sharpen it and carry it with pride.But no. The old fool had to turn into one of those sentimental imbeciles he used to mock. All because he fell for my mother. A woman with zero background, zero connections, zero pedigree. She worked in a kindergarten. She taught toddlers to hold crayons and tie shoelaces. And somehow, whatever witchcraft she possessed dragged my father down and so deep into the warm, fuzzy pit he once swore he’d never enter.With there Adultery shaped in the passion of love, that was how I was born. Their little love-child miracle. The bastard l.Grandfather hated the whole thing. He saw emotion as an incurable dis

Silence hits the room like a wall. My chest heaves. My arms shake. My face burns so hot, I think it’s melting my makeup that I have on. I stare at him, and he stares back, calm yet amused, as if he’s enjoying every second of my fury. Then he bursts up laughing. A real, full-blown laugh that shakes his shoulders as he throws his head backwards. He coughs and grabs his water to gulp it down, calming his hysteric and amused laughter. “You,” he says between laughs, “are exactly what this family needs. If only Sienna learned from you.” I blink, confused as I stare at him like he has lost his damned mind. He straightens and leans back, eyes glinting with mischief. “But don’t mistake my admiration for leniency, Scarlett. I like your fire. I like how upfront you are. But remember exactly who you’re talking to. One wrong step, one wrong word, and all the people you care about… even the ones closest to you… could be at my mercy.” I narrow my eyes and lean forward, my palms planted to h

I stare at my reflection and barely recognize the woman looking back at me. No matter how many times I’ve dressed and practiced to look exactly like her, it still baffles me at how easy it was. I guess being identical twins has it’s weird perks.The dress I’m wearing hugs every curve like it was stitched straight onto my skin. Deep midnight blue silk pours down my body in a smooth line, clinging to my waist and hips before flowing into a soft slit that climbs my thigh. The fabric catches the light and shines with every small movement. The neckline dips low enough to tease without crossing into scandal, framed by delicate straps that rest on my shoulders.My heels add just enough height to my posture. Thin silver straps wrap around my ankles, clean and elegant. My hair falls in loose waves down my back, glossy and soft, tucked slightly behind one ear to show off the diamond drop earrings Lucian insisted I wear. They brush my neck every time I move.My makeup sits flawless. Sharp liner

Flashing lights explode my vision the second my heel hits the carpet. My view is flooded with white bursts. Reporters shout over one another, voices crashing together in a loud wave that almost knocks the breath out of me.“Sienna, over here!”“Mrs. Montgomery, look this way!”“Can we get a smile!”“Mrs. Montgomery, over here!”The name slams into my ears again and again. It still feels strange every time I hear it thrown at me like that. They scream a name that is not mine, cheering for a woman I am only pretending to be. To them I am the wife of a billionaire. A polished trophy on Lucian Montgomery’s arm.If only they knew.I paste on a bright smile and lift my hand in a graceful wave. My body moves on autopilot. Step. Smile. Turn slightly. Let the cameras catch my good side. Every motion feels rehearsed even though my heart pounds wildly in my chest.The carpet stretches ahead and Lucian stands a few steps from the main entrance. He looks exactly where I left him, tall and imposing

Damien downs the rest of his drink in one long swallow, throat working like he’s trying to drown something more than just the drink itself. “The man of the hour,” he mutters, voice thick with taunting. “No matter how hard I try, I really can’t stand him. Everything about that old bastard and this damn family is a competition. It’s suffocating. Let him just pick an heir already so I can go back to being more useless than I already am.”I tilt my head, studying him over the rim of my glass. “You’re not interested in taking over the empire?”He snorts, setting the empty glass down with a sharp clink. “In truth I was once upon a time. Till the old fart wanted me to give something I couldn’t let myself give. Now I’m just really fed up with it.”“Let’s say it magically just fell on your lap. Won’t you take the opportunity and just seize it.”That made him pause, giving him some time to actually think.“If it did fall into my lap? Sure, why not. But if I have to fight for it? I’d rather