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Chapter 34: The Breakfast Rules

Autor: Lucy Ann Ols
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-06 12:10:59

"If you hate the aesthetic so much, Everhart, feel free to submit a requisition form to the procurement department," Julian murmured, stepping past her with slow, deliberate strides toward the monolithic marble kitchen island. "Though I warn you, they have strict guidelines against neon orange and chipped ceramic mugs."

"It's mustard yellow, not neon, and it has sentimental value," Tiffany retorted, trailing after him with her hands jammed tightly into the pockets of her

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    "A private legal matter?" Marcus barked, slamming a hand down on the edge of the mahogany desk. "Julian, look at the screen! They have the exact retainer figures! They have your signature plastered next to a clause about public appearances! You can't spin this as standard branding when it reads like an escort arrangement written by a corporate attorney!"The heavy mahogany office doors swung open with a sharp click. Tiffany stepped inside, her face pale beneath her makeup, clutching a tablet displaying the exact same financial blog post that had sent Wall Street into a tailspin. Her green eyes, usually burning with fiery independence, looked hollow and betrayed."Is it true?" Tiffany asked, her voice dangerously quiet as she stepped closer to Julian’s desk. "The contract leak. Is it real?"Julian finally turned away from the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that could s

  • The Ice King's Fake Girlfriend   Chapter 62: PR Damage Control

    The morning sun filtered through the blinds of Julian’s executive office, offering no warmth to the tense atmosphere inside. Julian stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, his broad shoulders rigid beneath a custom-tailored charcoal suit. His phone hummed continuously against the mahogany desk, a relentless reminder of the digital storm raging outside.Marcus, head of Ravencourt Communications, dropped a printed copy of the financial blog’s front page onto the polished wood. The headline stared up like an accusation."The stock dropped four points within the first twenty minutes of trading," Marcus said, his voice flat and hurried. "Investors are panicking. The board is calling emergency meetings across the boardrooms. They want a statement, Julian, and they want it ten minutes ago."Julian didn't turn away from the glass. His jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek. "Let them panic. The contract

  • The Ice King's Fake Girlfriend   Chapter 61: The Leak

    The soft, ambient glow of the financial blog’s homepage illuminated the dark interior of Victoria Ravencourt’s sleek town car as she refreshed the browser for the fourth time in a minute."It's live," Victoria announced, a triumphant, razor-thin smile pulling at the corners of her meticulously painted lips. She turned the tablet screen toward the back seat, displaying a breaking headline that flashed in aggressive bold red.EXCLUSIVE: THE RAVENCOURT CHARADE – BILLIONAIRE CEO’S ROMANCE EXPOSED AS A MULTI-MILLION-DOLLAR CONTRACT.Nathaniel leaned forward from the opposite leather seat, snatching the tablet from her gloved hands with trembling fingers. His eyes scanned the block of text rapidly, devouring every single word of the leaked document. Scanned images of the actual, legally binding non-disclosure agreement—complete with Julian’s bold signature and the exact retainer figures prom

  • The Ice King's Fake Girlfriend   Chapter 60: The Unholy Alliance

    The sharp click of a brass lighter broke the heavy silence of the dim hotel lounge. Nathaniel Westbourne exhaled a long plume of blue-gray smoke, his eyes fixed on the woman sitting across from him. Victoria Ravencourt did not touch her martini; she merely stared at the condensation trickling down the crystal glass like a tear."I am officially ruined, Victoria," Nathaniel muttered, his voice tight with bitter panic. "Julian’s latest stunt with that boutique hotel chain practically locked me out of the municipal development bids. My investors are pulling out by the hour. If I don't turn things around by the end of the fiscal quarter, I'm finished."Victoria finally raised her chin, her sharp gaze cutting through the haze of cigar smoke. "And you think coming to me is going to save your failing portfolio? My stepbrother has effectively frozen me out of the Ravencourt board. He’s too busy playing house with his little design consul

  • The Ice King's Fake Girlfriend   Chapter 59: The Reality of Return

    Julian’s gaze held hers with a raw, unprotected intensity that made the surrounding silence feel deafening. "I brought you here because this place is cold, Tiffany. And you have an absolute refusal to let anything stay cold for long."The confession hung in the crisp cabin air, dissolving the final invisible barriers they had built against one another. Tiffany’s breath hitched, her heart hammering against her ribs not from fear, but from the terrifying, exhilarating realization of what was happening. There were no cameras here, no tabloids waiting to snap a compromised photo, no corporate boardrooms demanding perfection, and no bitter ex-boyfriends plotting from the shadows. There was only him, his eyes dark with unmasked longing, and the slow, deliberate step he took closing the distance between them."Julian," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the faint crackle of settling wood in the unlit hearth.

  • The Ice King's Fake Girlfriend   Chapter 58: The First Real Kiss

    The heavy cedar door of the Ravencourt family cabin groaned open, letting in a sharp gust of crisp autumn air that smelled of pine needles and damp earth. Tiffany stepped across the threshold, her arms wrapped tightly around her torso as she took in the cavernous, dust-moted living room. It was remarkably preserved, dominated by a massive stone hearth and dark wooden beams, yet it wore an unmistakable air of profound loneliness."My mother’s favorite room," Julian said quietly, dropping their overnight bags near the entryway and walking straight to the fireplace. He didn't turn around, his broad shoulders tensed beneath the charcoal cashmere sweater. "She spent hours sitting right there by the window, painting whatever light was left in the valley before the sun dipped behind the ridge."Tiffany walked up beside him, her footsteps muffled by the thick Persian rug. "Is that why you brought me here? To a place you haven't visited since s

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