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2025-08-26 19:27:00The waiter showed up with wine just in time to keep me from snapping. I gripped the glass, knuckles white, and took a slow sip like it might drown the nerves crawling under my skin.
Nathaniel turned to his son, cool as hell. “How long do you think this little charade is going to last?”Ethan didn’t even blink. “That’s not your business.”“Everything you touch is my business.”He shifted his focus back to me like I was a loose thread he couldn’t pull. “Tell me, Miss Monroe, what exactly do you bring to the table?”I gave him a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Depends. What’s already on it?”Ethan coughed into his fist, trying to mask a laugh. Nathaniel didn’t even flinch.“No job. No noteworthy education. Your family walked out on you. So let me ask again—why you?”I leaned back, arms crossing. “Why not me?”Silence. The kind that hums in your ears. He studied me like I was some kind of riddle with missing pieces. Then he lower
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The billionaire fake girlfriend Chapter seven - Rosa?
The waiter showed up with wine just in time to keep me from snapping. I gripped the glass, knuckles white, and took a slow sip like it might drown the nerves crawling under my skin.Nathaniel turned to his son, cool as hell. “How long do you think this little charade is going to last?”Ethan didn’t even blink. “That’s not your business.”“Everything you touch is my business.”He shifted his focus back to me like I was a loose thread he couldn’t pull. “Tell me, Miss Monroe, what exactly do you bring to the table?”I gave him a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Depends. What’s already on it?”Ethan coughed into his fist, trying to mask a laugh. Nathaniel didn’t even flinch.“No job. No noteworthy education. Your family walked out on you. So let me ask again—why you?”I leaned back, arms crossing. “Why not me?”Silence. The kind that hums in your ears. He studied me like I was some kind of riddle with missing pieces. Then he lower
The billionaire fake girlfriend Chapter Six – The Diner
Blake povI spent nearly two damn hours standing in front of Amelia’s full-length mirror, cycling through dresses like I was prepping for a runway show. For what? Dinner with a man who probably couldn’t care less what I wore, and his father who likely didn’t give a damn about my existence.Still, I couldn’t shake the flutter in my chest. The anticipation. The pressure to show up and not fall apart under the weight of it all.“Try this one,” Amelia said, tossing a short blue dress over her shoulder like we were playing dress-up.I caught it mid-air, holding it up to my body in front of the mirror. Her room was a haze of lavender and plum tones—so very her. It was bigger than the guest room I was staying in, and more organized. More alive. Just like everything else about her.I slipped into the dress and frowned. “This is the fifth one. They’re all either way too short or scream, ‘Take me to the club.’ I need something… classy. Not like I’m trying to sell my s
The billionaire fake girlfriend CHAPTER FIVE – Signing the Contract
Blake’s POV“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, shoving the document across his desk like I didn’t care.Ethan didn’t even flinch. His eyes were ice. “Do I look like I’m joking?”His voice was low, unbothered—calculated, like every word that had been used were rehearsed just for this moment.“And before you go running your mouth with a hard no,” he leaned back, calm but lethal, “maybe take a second to look at your life. I’m offering you thirty million dollars to pretend to be my girlfriend for three months. You need the money. You’re not just broke, Blake—you’re desperate, you also lost your apartment.”He let out a quiet, mocking laugh. “And if you don’t take the offer, I’ll hand over this video to the authorities and make sure your little bestie gets the warm welcome of a jail cell. I doubt that’s what you want.” “What video?” I said. He then showed me the video.My stomach turned.He wasn’t bluffing. I could see it in his eyes.“You’ve
The billionaire fake girlfriend CHAPTER FOUR: Be My Fake Girlfriend
He left me.Just left me on the damn sidewalk like I was some dog he’d fed out of pity. I stood there, fingers curled tight around the sleek, black card that felt heavier than it should. “Blackwood Tech,” cleanly pressed across the top in bold lettering. And beneath it, in all-caps was written: CEO ETHAN BLACKWOOD.As if I didn’t know who he was.I shoved the card into my jeans pocket and stalked across the street to Amelia’s car, adrenaline still under my skin. She was already in the driver’s seat, leaning forward, wide-eyed.“What the hell just happened? I couldn’t even see his face.”I slid into the passenger seat, still catching up with reality. “You’re seriously not going to believe this.”So I told her. All of it. No edits.Her mouth dropped open. “No freaking way.”“Oh, there’s more.”“He just—what? Left you standing there? After threatening to call the cops on you if you don’t show up tomorrow?”“Pretty much.” I blew out a shaky breath.She leaned back, arms folded, eyebrow
The billionaire fake girlfriend CHAPTER THREE — my card
Ethan pov“How are you, son?” my father said with that same plastered smile he wore like a mask.I didn’t return it.“What are you doing here?” My fists clenched beneath the desk, my voice tight, measured.He blinked, like my reaction surprised him. “You can’t even greet your own father?”“Nathaniel, I have a meeting soon,” I said, rising to my feet.He didn’t move. Just sat there, legs crossed like he had every right to be in my office. Every time he showed up, it felt like an ambush his presence a reminder of everything I he did to mom.“You need to get a wife, Ethan,” he said again—like clockwork, like a goddamn broken record.“How many times do I have to say it?” I snapped, slamming my hand on the desk. “I’m not ready. I’m twenty-seven.”“You’re still twenty-seven,” he said slowly. “But I’m not young anymore. I want a grandchild.”There it was. The real reason. The legacy. The image. It was never about what I wanted.“A grandchild
The billionaire fake girlfriend Chapter Two – A crazy idea
Blake povI never thought I’d be the type of girl planning a petty theft in broad daylight.But here I am—broke, jobless, and sitting in Amy’s room with a wrapped sandwich in my lap and a really bad idea bouncing around in my head.“Here,” Amy said, handing me the sandwich like it was just another normal day.“Thanks.” I forced a smile.She leaned in and gave me a quick hug. “Alright, I gotta head to work. See you later?”“Actually... can you take me to the park first?”She blinked. “The park?”“Yeah, just a quick detour. I swear.”She didn’t question me. Not yet.Five minutes later, we were parked opposite the city park. She glanced at her phone, clearly in a hurry. “Okay, what’s this about? I’m seriously running late.”My eyes found the man across the street before I answered. Tall, dark suit, phone to his ear. His presence was the kind that took up space even from a distance.“I know this sounds crazy,” I started, picking at my nai
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