The Billionaire CEO'S Fake Fiancée

Yvonne's POV The cab finally got pulled up in front of a fancy restaurant and I felt a rush of nerves, as I alighted the cab. Dragging in a deep breath, I reached into my bag for my powder mirror and opened it gently to study my reflection, making small adjustments to my makeup with practiced ease. I had dressed to kill for my meeting with Kylian Litt, the man who was going to save my company. His firm reaped struggling businesses like mine, either selling them off or boosting them. Despite his assurance of no ulterior motives, my mind raced, hinting at other possibilities. Why dinner instead of a straightforward office meeting? Desperation clung to my agreement for dinner, clinging to my job. But I had limits; if he crossed them, I vowed to leave. No position justified compromising myself—right? Even if his appeal stirred something undeniable within me. I closed the mirror with a soft click, feeling a renewed sense of confidence as with a deep breath, I strode into the restauran

Kylian's POVI enjoyed surprising women with my culinary skills, relishing in their unexpected delight at finding out I was more than meets the eye. "The total package," I quipped to myself as I busied myself in the kitchen. For Yvonne, I had prepared a tantalizing meal of linguine with a rich homemade sauce, complemented by perfectly cooked steaks. The wine I selected was a perfect match for the occasion, adding an extra touch of elegance to the evening. Everything had to be flawless; after all, I needed to impress her, even if I had teased otherwise. This dinner was part of my strategy to win her over to my proposal.Setting the candlestick on the table, I carefully placed the tall, white candle in its holder and lit it, casting a warm glow across the room. I knew the allure of a homemade candlelight dinner was hard to resist for any woman. Soft music wafted from the speakers in the ceiling, creating an ambiance of intimacy and romance. The lighting was just enough to create a cozy

Kylian's POV "The conference room is right, this way." One of her workers was telling me as he walked me towards her office. I felt ridiculous to be excited, to finalize the terms that would get me my inheritance, which was supposed to be mine, as the oldest son. I strolled down the hallway to Yvonne's office, looking forward to seeing her. I had her right where I wanted her and knew my presence would make her anxious. “Good morning, Mr. Litt. Everyone’s in the conference room,” the secretary said, pointing across the hall.“Thank you,” I said with my charming smile and headed for the door. When I walked in, although I had already been told everyone waswaiting, I was still a little surprised to see both lawyers and Yvonne already there. She stood to greet me with a friendly smile. I walked to her and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. She didn’t flinch at all, which surprised me a little. I noticed the slight blush she was trying to hide. She could pretend all she wanted, but I

Yvonne's POV I strolled through the corridors of my corporate offices, knowing that this was my final week in charge. Soon, everything would officially belong to Kylian, my soon-to-be husband. The realization was bittersweet, as I struggled with relinquishing control. Despite my inner resistance, I had to acknowledge that this transition was inevitable, and I reminded myself of that fact constantly. I greeted my employees with a smile and a wave, although they would soon become Kylian's employees. While I held the position of their direct boss, the ultimate authority would shift to the man I was engaged to, at least on paper. Earlier, I had received an email detailing the upcoming changes, emphasizing that while most aspects would remain unchanged, certain details such as the name on the bottom of the checks would no longer be mine but his. I found myself surprisingly calm despite the occasion. Kylian had arrived earlier, his usual debonair and strikingly handsome self, exuding conf

Kylian's POV This morning, I woke up with a renewed determination to resolve matters with Yvonne. I felt the urge to meet her and had a solid excuse in mind.Yesterday's events left Yvonne displeased, and while I didn't intend to upset her, certain issues needed addressing. It was crucial for investor satisfaction, and I wanted to assert my authority as the decision-maker. Naturally, this would likely anger her, as she was used to being in control. However, the situation was a result of her actions, and I needed to take charge to untangle the mess.After the meeting, she’d avoided saying more than a few words to me and the words were stilted that did come out of her mouth. I had a feeling she was going to back out of our arrangement. She got a good dose of what the future would be like in the company and didn’t like it. I had seen it in her eyes. The idea of holding onto her position was not nearly as enticing as it had been. I could see her second-guessing her decision. I needed to d