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The CEO's Fake Girlfriend 104. Not Doing This Again
A bitter laugh burned the back of my throat. “You know that’s a hell of a thing to say about someone who’s dead, right?” “It’s a hell of a thing to live through.” Anger rushed up fast. “Clara was miserable and cruel and unstable, I know that. But that’s postpartum. That’s depression. She sacrificed everything for me, to give me a life, to make you a father, and you walked away. Now you get to stand here in your beautiful house and call her an abuser?” “I never cheated on her. Not before the marriage ended. I knew Seraphina, yes—but as a colleague. The twins aren’t my biological children.” Now my thoughts snagged. “They’re not yours?” “No. I didn’t leave because I wanted a new family. I left because I’d been living in a war zone for years and she refused any kind of help. I know you witnessed and remember some events.” They were crystal clear in my head. Clara shouting until her voice went raw, plates slamming into the sink, doors banging, the constant accusation in her eyes whe
The CEO's Fake Girlfriend 103. Don't Hate Your Mom
Camila's POVIris’s little voice cut off mid‑ramble. Seraphina’s fork slipped from her fingers and hit the plate with a sharp clink. Damon went very still, while Silas glared at Natasha.I felt the hit, but I didn’t give her the flinch she clearly wanted. Through all the reactions, Lucien continued cutting his steak with unhurried precision. Now he set his knife and fork down and looked directly at Natasha. “When you come for Camila,” he said, voice soft enough that everyone leaned in to hear, “you come for me. And there is no universe where that ends well for you.” The promise in his tone carried more weight than anyone yelling could have. Natasha’s shoulders drew back a fraction. She knew exactly what she was staring at. I took my time, lifting my glass, swallowing a mouthful of water to cool the heat in my chest. When I set it down and met her eyes, my voice came out steady. “The engagement is a lot more complicated than what the tabloids are printing. There are things at
The CEO's Fake Girlfriend 102. Fuck Toy
The name sat between us like a dare. Camila shook her head. “I still don’t believe it’s him. If anything, my gut says Edmund. You know all the creepy things he did. Also, he's a techie.” I watched the line of her jaw tighten. “Whatever theory you’re building around Damon? Drop it. Don’t mention him being the stalker again.” “I hope I’m wrong,” I told her. “For your sake.” The next few days were something almost normal, if you ignored the fact that we were waiting for a traitor to hand us the evidence to bury my brother. Camila settled into her new remote job—business analyst for some ecommerce startup. Mornings, she and Maya took short walks around the block before diving into their laptops. Sometimes I’d be on a call, glance at my screen, and see a blurry photo from Camila: Maya laughing under a streetlamp, or a stray cat that somehow reminded her of me. Afternoons, Damon would swing by for “accidental” lunch near her place. Photos followed those too. Coffee cups, half‑eaten san
The CEO's Fake Girlfriend 101. Damon's Not A Saint
For a moment, I could only hear the tick of the AC and Camila’s breathing against my shirt. Catherine Moretti. The name didn’t stab the way it used to, but it still wasn’t a wound I liked touched. I went quiet long enough that Camila pulled back to look at me properly. “Before I came along,” she said softly, “all that stuff about Catherine was everywhere. Ronan leaked it to the media. I never knew how much was true.” Her fingers twisted in the hem of my shirt. “Did you really lock her in a mental asylum because she tried to leave you?” My jaw flexed. No matter what I said, it would sound like a defense. I’d earned that. I opened my mouth to answer— The shrill tone of the burner phone cut straight through the room and Camila flinched. I exhaled slowly, forced my shoulders down, and reached for it. “So?” Nadia said, without greeting. “How are we getting the rest of it?” I asked. “You said you have physical documents as well. That won’t fit in my inbox.” “You’ll get all of it th
The CEO's Fake Girlfriend 100. He Is Alive
She deflated. “You’re impossible.” “Say yes, Fiera.” “Fine,” she gave up. “Do your Batman thing.” She started washing fruit. I plucked the knife from her hand and nudged her toward the couch. “You’re not slicing anything with a concussion.” “I’m not sick—” “You’re injured. Humor me.” She rolled her eyes but went. I made a quick fruit salad, called down the hall to see if Maya wanted some. Her muffled “later” drifted back—she was buried in work. While Camila ducked into Maya’s room for a minute, I wiped my hands and called my hacker. The voice that answered was distorted, same as it had been for five years. “Hayes.” I read the text out loud, gave him the short code and some other details. “Can you trace it?” There was a pause, followed by faint typing. “Nothing I can give you,” he said eventually. “Whoever sent it knows what they’re doing.” “Not good enough,” I growled. “That’s all there is.” I hung up as Camila came back. “My techie failed me.“She sat, t
The CEO's Fake Girlfriend 99. Camila's Stalker
LUCIEN“Jessica and Lily should land in Zurich in about two hours.”Rafael stood in front of my desk, hands in his pockets. I rolled the passports between my fingers. Two small booklets. Two problems I’d pushed an ocean away.I crossed to the wall safe, entered the first code and metal clicked. Inside sat a second safe. Another code, then the passports went in with the documents I wasn’t ready to destroy yet.“If Nadia actually betrays Ronan,” Rafael said, “and it helps Camila’s case, what happens with Jessica?”I returned to my seat. The question had been chewing at the back of my skull all morning. If Nadia came through, I could finish Ronan and take the knife off Camila's throat, but Elysium would still be chained to Don’s clause. No loophole yet. “Are you asking if I’d walk away from the inheritance?” “Lucien, I'm asking why you're staying married to Jessica. For the sixty billion, or so you can burn it to the ground once it’s yours.” I swiveled the chair toward the window.
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