BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE GIRL

Isabella’s Pov As she walked away, Noah finally turned back to me. “You owe me,” he said simply. “For what?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “For saving you from being thrown out of here, for starters. And for covering for your little stunt.” “I didn’t ask you to do that.” “You didn’t have to,” he replied, his tone making it clear I wasn’t getting the last word. Before I could argue, he glanced around the room. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to keep up the act. For tonight, you’re my date. And in return, we’ll discuss your gallery.” My heart skipped a beat. “You’ll help me?” “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he said. “I didn’t say yes. But I’m willing to listen—if you can play your part convincingly.” I stared at him, my mind racing. This wasn’t the plan. None of this was. But if pretending to be Noah’s date for one night meant saving the gallery, could I really afford to say no? “Fine,” I said, lifting my chin. “I’ll play along.” “Good.” He offered me

Isabella’s POV My heels clicked against the polished floor as I followed Noah’s assistant down the hallway. The luxurious surroundings of J-Enterprises were far beyond anything I was used to, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of awe and intimidation but I kept my chin up, determined not to show any vulnerability. After all, this was my chance. The assistant stopped outside a large door, knocked lightly, and opened it. “Master Jack is ready to see you now,” she said with a polite smile, stepping aside to let me in. I squared my shoulders, took a steadying breath, and stepped into the office. “Noah,” I greeted, my voice steady despite the flurry of nerves in my stomach. He was already standing, his tall frame exuding authority and confidence as he walked around his desk. His dark eyes met mine, and for a moment, I felt like I was under a microscope. It wasn’t the first time Noah Jack had looked at me like that, but somehow it still made my heart skip a beat. “Isabella,” he said,

Isabella’s POVThe tension in the room was palpable as the woman I recognized from countless tabloids and the gala stormed in. Hennessy Lang was every bit as stunning in person as she appeared on social media, with her piercing eyes and confident stride.I froze, the pen hovering above the contract, unsure whether to put it down or sign it right away just to claim some semblance of control.“Who is this?” Hennessy’s voice was sharp as her eyes raked over me. She stood with an air of entitlement, her fitted red dress clinging to her in all the right places.Noah let out a tired sigh, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. “Hennessy, this isn’t the time—”“Don’t you dare tell me what time it is!” she snapped, cutting him off. “I come here thinking we can talk like adults about us, and I find her?” She waved a perfectly manicured hand in my direction.I cleared my throat, forcing myself to sit up straighter. “Excuse me, but I’m not just ‘her.’ I’m—”“My guest,” Noah interrupted firmly, shootin

Isabella’s POVNoah picked me up promptly at 5 pm, as promised. He was dressed in a sleek navy suit, looking every bit the powerful man the media loved to scrutinize. I, on the other hand, had chosen a simple but elegant black dress with pearl earrings, hoping to make a good impression.“You look fine,” Noah said, his tone indifferent as his eyes barely glanced at me.“Gee, thanks for the overwhelming compliment,” I muttered under my breath, earning a faint smirk from him.The drive to his family’s estate was quiet, aside from the occasional hum of Noah’s phone. He was texting, probably handling damage control after the media frenzy. I used the silence to mentally prepare myself for what was bound to be a tense dinner.When we arrived at the sprawling Blake estate, my nerves skyrocketed. The grand mansion loomed before me, its intricate architecture both beautiful and intimidating.“Remember, smile and play the part,” Noah whispered as he placed his hand on my lower back, guiding me t

Isabella’s POVThe next morning, I barely had time to gather my thoughts before the whirlwind of the previous evening came crashing down on me. The tension from dinner lingered like a storm cloud, and I wasn’t prepared for what the day had in store.Noah had asked me to join him for lunch at his office, claiming it was a simple meeting to discuss the upcoming charity gala. I was suspicious but agreed nonetheless. By the time I arrived, I realized I wasn’t stepping into just a casual lunch—this was a battlefield.Hennessy was already there.Dressed impeccably in a white pantsuit that screamed wealth and privilege, she was perched on the edge of Noah’s desk, her posture confident and unnervingly intimate. Her perfectly styled blonde hair caught the sunlight streaming through the office windows, casting her as a vision of effortless elegance.The moment I stepped into the room, her sharp green eyes landed on me, and her lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.“Well, well,” H