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Chapter Twenty Two : The Fallout
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Celeste’s POV We passed. The words stared back at me from the subject line of the email, bright and clean against the screen like they belonged there all along. “Congratulations: Kingsley Group has advanced to the next round.” For a moment, I just stared. Then I blinked, twice. My fingers froze on the keyboard, my breath caught somewhere between my ribs. I re-read the line again and again, as if it might change. It didn’t. I spun slightly in my chair and looked across the office. Leo was near the espresso machine by the side table, pouring himself a black coffee. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled, tie loosened, eyes sharp as always—but for once, there was a calm about him. A rare softness that appeared only when things were quiet and going right. He glanced over. “Something wrong?” “No,” I said, breathless. “Actually—something very, very right.” He raised a brow, setting the cup down. I turned the laptop slightly toward him as he walked over, and when he saw the
Fake Dating The Billionaire Chapter Twenty Nine:
Celeste’s POV The ping of an incoming email was the only sound in the room. I looked up from my laptop, blinking once, then twice, before dragging my eyes to the screen. For the past hour, the office had been filled only with the quiet rhythm of keys and the occasional soft shuffle of Leo flipping through a file. I hadn't even realized how focused I was until that sound broke the silence. My breath caught the moment I saw the subject line. SUMMIT OF TITANS – 2025 Official Challenge Briefing Package. It was here. I sat up straighter, heart fluttering as if I'd just been handed a sealed envelope laced with gold. “Leo,” I said quickly, glancing at him across the office. He was at his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, fingers curled around a pen he’d just been tapping against his chin. He looked up, alert. “Yeah?” “It’s here,” I said, turning my screen so he could see. “The challenge. The official task.” In three seconds, he was out of his chair and beside me. I cl
Fake Dating The Billionaire Chapter Twenty Eight : The Summit Beckons
Celeste’s POV It’s strange how quiet peace can feel after chaos. Not empty. Just… calm. Like my body finally stopped holding its breath. It’s been several days since we left the lodge, and something in me feels lighter. Not entirely fixed—I don’t think I’m that naïve—but steadier. Stronger. Like the fear lost its grip somewhere between the sound of Leo’s voice and the smell of pine trees. Since he gave me back my phone, I haven’t received a single message. Not one. No unknown numbers, no threats, no cryptic images sent in the middle of the night. Nothing. Part of me wants to believe it’s over. That whoever was behind it got bored or gave up or realized I wasn’t going to run. Maybe they just wanted to scare me for a while. A cruel joke. A power trip. Whatever it was… it stopped. And I didn’t tell Leo. I still haven’t. I know how it sounds—reckless, maybe even stupid—but after everything we’ve been through, the last thing I want is to drag him into something that might
Fake Dating The Billionaire Chapter Twenty Seven: Somewhere Safe
Celeste's pov The wind threaded through my hair as we sped past rows of tall trees, their green canopies blurring into a watercolor sky. No skyscrapers. No horns. Just the sound of tires on asphalt and the faint chirp of birds somewhere in the distance. Leo had insisted on driving himself. No driver. Just us, a packed duffel in the backseat, and his stubborn belief that we needed a break. We hadn’t spoken much since leaving the city, but it wasn’t awkward. There was a strange kind of comfort in the quiet. Like the air between us had finally decided to relax. Then, out of nowhere, he flicked on the radio. A moment of static—and then: “Style” by Taylor Swift. I turned to him, wide-eyed. “You’re joking.” He shot me a sidelong look. “What now?” I raised a brow. “Taylor Swift? Really?” Leo smirked like he knew exactly what he was doing. “Hey, I don’t control the radio. But if I did, I’d still play it. It’s a good song.” “You—” I pointed an accusing finger at him. “You s
Fake Dating The Billionaire Chapter Twenty Six: A Quiet Kind Of Fear
Celeste's pov I stretched my legs under Leo’s desk, the fabric of my pencil skirt catching slightly at the back of my knees as I shifted in the chair. The scent of his cologne still lingered faintly in the air—sharp, clean, and unmistakably him. He’d stepped out for a meeting, leaving behind the usual quiet hum of the office and the stack of documents I’d been sorting through. Most of them were routine—updated vendor contracts, appointment reschedules, a proposal draft he hadn’t had time to read. I’d been organizing them by priority, checking things off our shared calendar. Something about sitting in his chair made me feel… closer to him. Like I could almost see the world the way he did—bigger, faster, more ruthless. But also lonelier. My fingers paused on the smooth surface of the keyboard, the cursor blinking back at me. I glanced at my phone—no new texts. Not from Leo. Not from anyone. I told myself that was mostly a good thing. Until the screen lit up. At first, I tho
Fake Dating The Billionaire Chapter Twenty Five : Echoes of Doubt
Celeste’s POV I was supposed to be organizing project files, but my heart was too full for spreadsheets. The glow from my screen blurred into the background as my mind drifted—back to the way he’d looked that morning. Sunlight filtering in through gauzy white curtains, casting a soft halo around him as he leaned over me, his hair still damp from a shower, his voice rough with sleep. “Good morning, beautiful.” The kiss he pressed to my forehead had been gentle, but the trail of kisses that followed—my cheek, my shoulder, the inside of my wrist—those had been enough to make me melt right into the pillows. I’d cracked one eye open and found him balancing a tray in one hand, the other already reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. And there it was: the most ridiculous breakfast I’d ever seen. Heart-shaped pancakes. Strawberries sliced with a level of effort that had ‘Leo probably threatened the kitchen staff’ written all over it. A tiny jar of honey. A cappuccino wit
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