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I felt sick. "Our whole relationship... was a lie?" "Not at first. But once I got what I wanted, what was the point? You're not exactly stimulating company." He picked up the papers, thrusting them at me. "Sign." Tears blurred my vision. "No. I need a lawyer to look at these first." His laugh was cold. "Good luck finding one who'll take your case. Claire's made sure every decent attorney in the city knows not to touch this. You'll get nothing from me, Angel. Nothing." "I don't want your money! I just— " "Oh shut up with the innocent act! Everyone wants something." He grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the bed. "SIGN THE DAMN PAPERS!" I flinched slightly. "Let go George! You're hurting me!!" The bedroom door opened, and my stepmother Olivia stood there, her thin lips curved in a smile. Behind her was my stepbrother Victor, his eyes always gleaming with something that made my skin crawl. "Is everything alright?" Olivia asked sweetly. "We heard shouting." George released my ar
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The rain was relentless, pounding against my skin like tiny needles as I dragged my waterlogged suitcase down the street.My clothes clung to me, a second skin soaked with rain, tears, and the lingering stickiness of champagne that Lisa had poured over me. Each step felt heavier than the last, my mind still reeling from how quickly my life had imploded.Three hours ago, I'd been sketching in the park, worrying about my husband's emotional distance. Now I was homeless , jobless, and completely alone.Night was falling, turning the dreary afternoon into something more sinister. Streetlights flickered on, casting long shadows that seemed to reach for me. I needed shelter, somewhere to gather my thoughts and figure out what to do next.The community shelter on Maple Street was my first hope. I'd volunteered there during college, serving meals and sorting donations. Surely they would help me."I'm sorry Angelina." Mrs Peterson said, her weathered face pinched with genuine regret. "We're
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He turned without waiting for a response, clearly expecting to be obeyed. I hesitated only briefly before trailing after him, leaving a trail of water in my wake.The private dining room was intimate, with just one table set for two and a crackling fireplace that instantly made me aware of how cold I truly was. Mr. Salvatore gestured to one of the chairs."Sit."It wasn't a request, so I reluctantly lowered myself onto the plush velvet chair, setting my suitcase beside me. Up close, I could see that my rescuer was younger than I'd initially thought, perhaps late twenties — but there was a hardness to his features that suggested experience beyond his years."Thank you." I said, my teeth beginning to chatter. "I won't stay long."He removed his suit jacket and held it out to me. "Take it. You're shivering."I started to protest, but something in his expression stopped me. I accepted the jacket and draped it over my shoulders. It was warm from his body and smelled expensive, sandalwood a
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I clutched his jacket closer around me. "I'm not interested in anything...inappropriate."A flash of irritation crossed his face. "I'm not propositioning you for sex Angelina. If that was what I wanted, there are far more direct ways to obtain it."My cheeks burned at his bluntness. "Then what do you want?"Damien studied me for a long moment, as if deciding whether I was worth the explanation. Finally, he spoke. "My mother is dying. Cancer. She has perhaps six months."The stark statement hung in the air between us. "I'm sorry," I said automatically.He waved away my sympathy. "She has one wish before she dies.. to see me settled. Engaged, at minimum. I've told her I am engaged, but my alleged fiancée doesn't actually exist."Understanding began to dawn on me. "You want me to pretend to be your fiancée?""Yes." His gaze never wavered. "You need a place to stay, money, protection from your husband. I need a fiancée to present to my mother. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement."My
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"Physical boundaries." I began, sipping my scotch. "As I mentioned, some contact will be necessary. Hand-holding, the occasional kiss. You'll need to appear comfortable in my presence, not flinch when I touch you as you did in the car."A blush crept up her neck. "I wasn't flinching. I was just...startled.""Regardless, it can't happen in public." I set my glass down. "We should practice."Her blush deepened. "Practice what?""Physical contact." I moved to sit beside her on the sofa, noting how she tensed but didn't move away. "Your husband. Was he your only serious relationship?"The question clearly took her by surprise. "Yes. We grew up in the same neighborhood. Started dating in college.""And he never consummated your marriage." It wasn't a question; she'd already revealed as much at the restaurant.Her eyes widened. "How did you—""Your stepsister mentioned it. You confirmed it with your reaction." I leaned back, assessing her. "Is physical intimacy a problem for you?""No!" The
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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
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 44 - Support Each Other
As I came down from the high, I became aware of Damien watching me with naked hunger. "I want.... to taste you," I whispered, surprising myself with the admission. His eyes widened fractionally, the only sign of his shock at my requestb. "Angel, you don't have to— " "I want to," I insisted, sliding off the desk to kneel before him. "Show me how.... to please you." For a moment, I thought he might refuse. Then he nodded once, his hand gentle as he guided me. "Start slow," he instructed, his voice strained with restraint. "Use your tongue first." I followed his directions, exploring this new intimacy with curiosity and growing enthusiasm. The taste of him, the weight on my tongue, the way his breath caught when I found a particularly sensitive spot—all of it was intoxicating in its novelty. When I finally took him fully into my mouth, his hand tightened in my hair, not forcing but anchoring himself. "Christ, Angel," he groaned, the rare profanity telling me more about his pleasure
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 43 - Exploration
I had no answer that wouldn't reveal too much of myself. Instead, I did the only thing that made sense in that moment, I rose on tiptoe and pressed my mouth to his. Unlike our previous kisses, this one began gentle, almost questioning. His lips moved against mine with careful restraint, letting me set the pace. But when I parted my lips in invitation, something snapped in his control. His arms wrapped around me, hauling me against his chest as he deepened the kiss with a hunger that matched my own. I threaded my fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft it felt despite its controlled appearance. He walked me backward until I felt the edge of his desk pressing against my legs, his body caging mine against the solid wood. "Tell me to stop," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with desire. "If this isn't what you want..." "Don't stop," I breathed. "Please." The plea broke his remaining restraint. He lifted me onto the desk in one fluid motion, stepping between my le
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 42 - Jealous
The tension between us was unbearable during the ride back to the estate. Damien's declaration, ' You're mine' — echoed in my mind, both thrilling and terrifying me. His hand remained possessively on mine, thumb occasionally brushing my palm in a way that sent shivers up my arm. Neither of us spoke, the silence filled with unresolved questions and unspoken desires. Marco kept his eyes carefully forward, though I caught him glancing at us in the rearview mirror once or twice. I wondered what he thought of this arrangement that had clearly evolved far beyond its original parameters. When we arrived, Damien escorted me inside with his hand on the small of my back, a touch I was becoming familiar with, even dependent on. The mansion felt emptier than usual, with Rosa having taken Izzy to a doctor's appointment in the city. "I'll be in my study," Damien said, his voice formal again as we reached the grand staircase. "Take some time to rest. Today was... eventful." I watched him retr
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 41 - Belong With Me
The possessive declaration should have triggered every feminist alarm in my body. Later, I'd examine why it had instead sent a thrill of something dangerously close to longing through me. For now, I stood silently beside Damien, aware of every patron and staff member watching the drama unfold.George's hands clenched at his sides. "You think you've won Salvatore. But I know Angel. She needs more than your money and your cold bed." His gaze shifted to me, suddenly gentle. "When you remember what real love feels like Angel, call me."With that parting shot, he stalked out, leaving uncomfortable silence in his wake.Damien's hand returned to my back, his touch steadying. " Are you alright?"I nodded, not trusting my voice yet. The confrontation had left me shaky, caught between anger at George's presumption and confusion over my reaction to Damien's territorial display.Elena approached, her expression a masterpiece of false concern"Oh my god, Angel! That was intense. Are you okay?""F
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 40 - Possession
"Oh my god!!" Elena squealed once he was out of earshot. "Richard Knight wants to see your work! Do you know how many artists would kill for that chance?" "It's probably just courtesy," I said, slipping the card into my pocket. "Don't be stupid" she chided, linking her arm through mine and leading me toward the staff room. "This is your chance to establish yourself independently. You know, so you're not just Damien Salvatore's arm candy." The barb stung more than it should have. "I'm not arm candy." Elena's expression softened into faux sympathy. "Of course not, honey. But let's be real - your engagement happened awfully fast after your divorce. People talk. Having your own career would shut them up." I disentangled myself from her arm, anger rising at her manipulative concern. "I don't really care what people say about my relationship." "You should," she persisted. "Especially since —" The gallery door chimed, cutting her off. We both turned to see George striding in, d
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 39 - Painting Again
ANGELINA ~ The gallery had become my sanctuary over the past few weeks - the one place where I could exist as simply Angel, not Damien Salvatore's fiancée. I loved, loved losing myself for hours arranging exhibits, researching artists, and occasionally sketching during quiet moments. Today, I was cataloging a new shipment of sculptures when Elena's excited voice broke my concentration. "Angel! You won't believe who just walked in," she said, practically bouncing with excitement. I looked up from my inventory list to see her barely contained enthusiasm. Despite learning of her betrayal the previous day, I'd forced myself to act normal around her, following Damien's advice to 'keep your enemies closer.' The words still tasted bitter in my mouth each time I smiled at her, but perhaps it was my fault for asking Damien to help her get a job here, after she'd claimed that she'd been fired. "Who?" I asked, feigning interest. "Richard Knight," she whispered dramatically.
The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée 38 - A Weakness
She startled, turning to find me watching her. A blush immediately colored her cheeks — the first acknowledgment of last night. "Damien," she said, setting down the brush without having touched the canvas. "I didn't hear you." "Clearly." I entered the room, noting the organized chaos of her supplies, brushes meticulously arranged by size, paints grouped by color family, palette scraped clean in preparation. "You've been here a while." "Just... thinking," she admitted. "About painting? ...Or about last night?" Her blush deepened, but she met my eyes directly. "Both." I appreciated her honesty. It was refreshing after years of dealing with people who calculated every word for maximum advantage. "Regrets?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral. She considered the question, her head tilting slightly. "No" she said finally. "Do you?" "No." The simple exchange cleared some of the tension between us. Angel relaxed visibly, setting aside the brush she'd been clutching like a lifeline. "
