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The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 53 - Goodbye
Sophia's gaze sharpened despite her weakness, moving between us. "I see.""I'm surprised Damien left you alone," Evelyn continued, changing the subject. "He must trust you implicitly.""He's gone to rest," I explained. "He's barely slept all week.""And you volunteered to stay." She nodded approvingly. "very devoted."Something in her tone made the compliment feel like an accusation. Before I could respond, my phone chimed with an incoming message. A glance showed George's name on the screen, sending an unwelcome jolt through me."excuse me," I murmured, stepping away to check the message.Angel, please. Just five minutes. I need to explain. I'm outside the hospital.I closed my eyes briefly, fatigue making it difficult to process this new complication. George had been relentless in his pursuit since the gallery confrontation, sending flowers, notes, even attempting to contact me through Elena at work. Each gesture precisely calculated to appeal to the romantic fantasies he'd once m
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 52 - Memorable
"Italian poetry," I explained, nodding toward the book on the nightstand. "She's been teaching me proper pronunciation." "She's a quick learner," Sophia said, her eyes never leaving Damien's face. "Perceptive. Sees beyond surfaces." I recognized her intent, trying to make her son understand my value before she no longer could. The realization brought a lump to my throat. "I should let you two have some time alone," I said, standing. "I'll get some coffee." Damien caught my hand as I passed, the gesture so unexpected it halted me mid-step. "Stay," he said quietly. "Please." I nodded, settling into the chair beside him. For the next hour, we sat with Sophia as she drifted in and out of consciousness, occasionally sharing memories that made Damien's jaw tighten with emotion he refused to display. When she finally fell into deeper sleep, monitored by the nurses who came and went with practiced efficiency, Damien rubbed his eyes wearily. "You should go back to the house," he said. "
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 51 - Love Without Fear
The hospital room had become my second home over the past week. I'd memorized every detail..the rhythmic beeping of monitors, the antiseptic smell that never quite masked the underlying scent of illness, the uncomfortable vinyl chair that had left permanent imprints on my body.Sophia dozed fitfully, her once vibrant face now gaunt and pale against the stark white pillows. I adjusted her blanket, making sure she was comfortable before returning to my sketchbook. Drawing helped pass the endless hours of waiting, gave me something to focus on besides the inevitable."Angel??" Sophia's voice, weak but determined, pulled me from my thoughts.I set aside my sketchbook immediately. "I'm here. Do you need anything? Water?"She shook her head slightly, patting the edge of her bed. I perched carefully beside her, taking her frail hand in mine."Damien?" she asked, eyes searching the room."In a meeting with your doctors," I explained. "He'll be back soon."She nodded, seemingly satisfied. "G
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 50 - Unwelcome Feelings
"She sounds wonderful," I said. "She is." His voice tightened on the present tense, as if refusing to consign her to the past prematurely. "Even in her illness, she thinks of others first. Of me." "Like arranging a fiancée to comfort you after she's gone?" I suggested gently. He tensed slightly, then relaxed. "Yes. Though I doubt she anticipated how thoroughly you would disrupt my carefully ordered existence, little butterfly." The nickname, spoken against my hair, sent warmth spiraling through me. "Is that what I've done? Disrupted you?" "Thoroughly," he confirmed, no accusation in his tone. "Nothing has gone according to plan since you appeared." I tilted my head to look up at him. "And is that a bad thing?" His eyes, normally so guarded, held a vulnerability that made my breath catch. "I haven't decided yet," he admitted. The honesty in his response, the absence of his usual calculated precision, touched something deep within me. In that moment, suspended somewhere
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 49 - Fragments
"That explains why you appreciate art despite being so..." "Practical?" he supplied with that almost-smile. "I was going to say pragmatic." "A polite euphemism for cold." There was no bitterness in his tone, merely acceptance. "You're not cold," I countered, thinking of the man who'd arranged my exhibition, who'd defended me against George, who called me "little butterfly" in rare unguarded moments. "You're...contained." His thumb traced circles on my palm, the simple touch sending currents of warmth up my arm. "An interesting distinction." "I'm learning to read between your lines," I admitted. "And what do you see there?" The question hung between us, weighted with meaning beyond the casual words. What did I see in this enigmatic man who'd entered my life through calculated arrangement but had somehow become essential to my daily existence? "Someone worth knowing," I answered finally. "Despite the walls." Something flickered in his expression—surprise, perhaps, or the rare
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 48 - Tokyo
Tokyo unfolded before me like a living painting, vibrant, chaotic, and utterly mesmerizing. From our suite's floor to ceiling windows, I watched neon lights pierce the evening darkness, transforming the cityscape into something from a futuristic dream. Behind me, Damien spoke rapid Japanese into his phone, his voice a low, melodic backdrop to my thoughts.Three days into our trip, and I still couldn't quite believe I was here, in Tokyo, in this impossibly luxurious hotel, with him. The exhibition opening had been a whirlwind of success I hadn't dared imagine. Collectors had fought over my butterfly emergence series, critics had praised the emotional depth of my work, and through it all, Damien had remained a steady presence at my side, his hand occasionally finding the small of my back in that possessive way that no longer bothered me.Now, halfway across the world, our pretense had begun to blur even further. Here, away from the watchful eyes of those who knew us in New York, we
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 47 - Drawn To Her
I nodded. "They're remarkable little butterfly. Especially knowing the personal connection to your mother's work." Her eyes softened at the nickname. "You've been extraordinarily thoughtful. I don't know what to say." "Say you'll accompany me to Tokyo next week," I suggested, the invitation that had been on my mind for days finally finding voice. "I have business there after your exhibition opens. It would be... pleasant to have you along." The formal phrasing made her smile. "Pleasant?" I cleared my throat, unaccustomed to the awkwardness I felt. "Enjoyable. I enjoy your company, Angel." "High praise from Damien Salvatore," she teased gently. "Are you sure your business associates are ready for a fiancée tagging along?" "They'll adapt," I replied dryly. "And there's an arts district I thought you might appreciate. For inspiration." Her smile widened. "So this is a business trip with sightseeing opportunities." "If you prefer to think of it that way." Angel studied me for a m
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 46 - Significant Difference
Sophia ignored me. "Promise me something, Angel." "Of course" Angel replied without hesitation. "Don't let him retreat when I'm gone. He'll try to shut down, lock everything away." My mother's eyes, so like my own, held a pleading quality I'd rarely seen. "He needs your light more than he knows." Angel's grip on my hand tightened. "I promise," she said softly. The simple exchange, laden with meaning I wasn't prepared to examine, made something twist painfully in my chest. Before I could respond, Sophia's eyes drifted closed, the sedatives finally taking effect. "We should go," I said, gently extracting my hand from hers. "She needs to rest." Outside the hospital, the night air was cool against my face, grounding me after the surreal conversation in my mother's room. Angel remained silent as Marco drove us back to the estate, her hand still in mine, as if she understood I needed the anchor but not the words. It wasn't until we reached the privacy of the mansion that she finally
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 45 - Hospital
DAMIEN~The hospital corridor stretched before me, sterile and unforgiving under fluorescent lights. .I'd spent the past three hours watching doctors come and go from my mother's room, their faces carefully neutral while delivering progressively worse news. Angel had remained by my side the entire time, her small hand occasionally finding mine when she sensed my tension rising.Now, as we waited for the latest round of test results, she'd finally succumbed to exhaustion, her head resting against my shoulder as she dozed. I studied her face in repose...the sweep of her lashes against her cheeks, the slight part of her lips as she breathed. The vulnerability she displayed without hesitation continued to baffle me."Mr Salvatore?" I looked up to find Dr Jones approaching, clipboard in hand. Her expression told me everything I needed to know before she spoke a word."I'll wake her," I said quietly, gently rousing Angel with a light touch to her arm.She blinked awake immediately, disor
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