My Stone-Hearted Billionaire Husband

Kourtney couldn’t believe her ears. She stood there in horror, torn between laughter and tears. How could her own family treat her so cruelly? Calling her a nuisance as if she meant nothing and didn’t deserve to sit like the rest of them at the table.

It hurt her deeply!

Even her own mother and father remained silent, seemingly indifferent to the whole situation. Their lack of support and concern only added to Kourtney’s pain.

She looked around the table, hoping to find support from at least anyone else, but they all remained silent, their expressions indifferent, and they all looked at her like she was the most horrible person on earth!

As Kourtney was led away to her room, she caught a glimpse of Kathlyn’s evil smirk. It was clear that her sister took pleasure so much pleasure and delight in her suffering.

She was indeed locked inside her bedroom by the head servant as per Grandma’s instruction, making her feel a mix of anger and sadness.

So badly, she wanted her husband to come take her away from this cruel place. She knew she didn’t belong here anymore.

Unfortunately, the clock hit 2:30 pm, yet Sebastian still hadn’t shown up. Kourtney was beginning to panic as she sat quietly on her bed. She wanted to give him a call but decided not to. She thought about how it was simply impossible for Sebastian not to show up after everything.

The man was practically the mastermind behind all this. There was no reason he wouldn’t show up now to take her away! Not now, not ever!

Meanwhile, the mood at the dinner table remained tense and frantic. Much to Kathlyn’s dismay, Kourtney was still the center of attraction.

Even after being chased out from the dinner, she was still being discussed heatedly. Kathlyn fisted her hands together, trying her best to maintain a bright and happy appearance in front of Brandon and his family. But deep down, she wanted to tear Kourtney to shreds.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

It was almost as if everyone had forgotten that an engaged couple was sitting right across from them, eagerly waiting for their moment to shine.

“I think it’s time you all take that poor young lady to see a psychiatrist. You all don’t have to be too harsh on her. The sudden breakup with my son must have hit her hard. She is clearly not stable,” Brandon’s father, Ivan Smith, spoke up. He was a little more reasonable.

Grandma Florence sighed, realizing that her anger had clouded her judgment. She nodded in agreement, allowing Ivan’s words to sink in.

Ivan had always liked Kourtney and thought she would have made a smart and lovely daughter-in-law. But he never really cared if his son’s bride wasn’t Kourtney anymore. As long as it was still a member of the Allen family, it was all good for business, for now!

Good enough to maintain his happy friendship with Luke Allen and keep things a little stable in the business world. For some reason, Luke became a key reason for the Smith Group to stay afloat and flourish in previous years.

However, deep down, Ivan secretly wished for so much more for his son. He had hoped that Brandon would marry into the top one most powerful family, specifically the Woods. He wanted and needed their strong backing to keep their family wealth and legacy intact.

Just like the Allens have been obviously trying to leech off them, the Smiths have also been trying desperately for nearly a decade to get acquainted with the Woods family and also do the same.

He couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment and frustration. Despite his best efforts, it seemed like his son had chosen to marry someone who came from a less prestigious family like the Allens.

Was Brandon’s destiny tied in the hands of the Allen young mistresses?

For years now, the Smiths have been suffering from major financial setbacks, and their family cooperation also wasn’t doing as well as before. They had tried everything possible to hide this fact to maintain their spot among the top and most prominent families in Melbourne.

Unfortunately, time was running out for them. At this point, they were barely hanging on to their spot in the top 5.

And now, he had to settle for less because the Allen family were like beggars compared to the Woods.

Too bad! Brandon couldn’t capture the heart of any of the Woods’s young mistresses. It would have been the easiest way out.

Ivan couldn’t believe that his son was so blinded by love. Didn’t he realize the Smith family needed the Woods’ support to stay relevant in the business world? Without their backing, they would never rise to the top ranks of Melbourne’s elite.

He thought about Sebastian Woods, the great CEO of Woods Enterprise. Ivan had always admired Sebastian’s intelligence and ruthless ambition. He wished he had a son like that and hoped that Brandon would one day be a perfect match for him in the business world.

The conversation around the table grew more heated. Everyone wanted to chime in their opinion about Kourtney’s delicate situation, totally forgetting it was supposed to be a lunch party to celebrate Brandon and Kathlyn’s engagement.

Suddenly, the sound of different cars honking loudly and pulling up outside the Allen Villa caught everyone’s attention.

OH, Wait!

It wasn’t just the car horns blaring – it was a full-on symphony of car alarms, squealing tires, and revving engines. Everyone quickly leaped out of their seats, confused and intrigued by the sudden commotion. What could be causing such a spectacle?

They all came out of the mansion to see what all the chaos was about.

But holy Moses!!!

The sight of a fleet of exquisite high-end cars rolling up to the villa was heavenly!

The scenery was nothing short of breathtaking – Rolls Royces, Bugattis, Lamborghinis, Cadillacs, and then, the most flashy of all was a grand white Limousine at the front, its sleek design and gleaming chrome accents catching everyone’s eye and leaving them awestruck.

They craned their necks for a better view, wondering who could be arriving in such a grand style.

Was it a celebrity?

A business mogul?

Or perhaps someone even more mysterious and influential?

The White Limo shone so brightly and sparkled under the sunlight. And Kathlyn, who remained awestruck in one position, suddenly recalled something.

‘This Limo…..’

Her eyes narrowed, realizing it was the same Limo Kourtney had ridden in before.

“Oh no, please don’t tell me…,” she muttered under her breath, her heart racing with anxiety.

She looked at Brandon. The confusion evident on his face also proved he recognized it as well.

Before anyone could react, the door of the Limousine swung open, revealing a tall, handsome, and sophisticated figure.

Everyone sucked in their breath.

Gasps and whispers filled the air, and the disbelief on their faces was priceless!

“Sebastian Woods?”

“What’s he doing here?”

Kathlyn’s eyes widened in horror as she recognized the man. “SSebastian Woods?” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and fear as the final stream of realization dawned on her.

While everyone was still in a state of utter shock and amazement, Sebastian Woods, the enigmatic billionaire, walked towards the entrance where they stood, dressed in a tailored suit and exuding an air of sophistication. He was escorted and surrounded by a ton of big and strongly built bodyguards, a true testament to his obviously rich and powerful status.

The man took every step with an air of confidence and a frightening aura, his suit clinging to his perfectly sculpted physique. His piercing blue eyes scanned the surroundings as if seizing up the competition, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

It was clear that he was used to being the center of attention, and today was no exception. He moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance as if he knew he was the most important person in the room.

Behind him, a few of his bodyguards brought out some gift boxes and headed toward the mansion with them.

Kathlyn gasped in horror, her eyes locked onto the man’s face. “NNo! It… it can’t be…,” she stammered, her voice barely audible over the anxious chatter of the others.

Standing beside her was Brandon, who couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. He had suspected something was off from the moment Kourtney made her bold declaration earlier, but he never imagined this.

Kourtney’s parents, Luke and Margaret, exchanged nervous glances. They were both sweating profusely as if they had just run a marathon. Their eyes darted back and forth between each other and the approaching Billionaire.

The likes of Kathlyn, Brandon, Aunt Denise, and Tasha had a look of holy terror and horror on their faces.

Cold sweat broke out on Grandma Florence’s face, and it seemed like she was about to faint any moment from now.

As Sebastian walked towards the mansion surrounded by an entourage of burly bodyguards, a hush fell over the crowd before him.

They parted like the Red Sea, creating a clear path for him to walk through directly into the mansion, and then everyone followed behind him. It was as if they were disciples following their lord and savior, eager to catch every glance and gesture he threw their way.

After everyone walked back into the living room with timid looks, Sebastian’s handsome features coldly scanned the room, but he could not find the one person he wanted to see.

His eyes turned cold and icy.

“Where is my Wife?”