All Chapters of Fake Marriage: The Trillionire Tycoon's Fiesty Bride : Chapter 471 - Chapter 480

"The best way to hide from someone is by staying right underneath them. I know you too well. Do you grandfather wouldn't have found all this month of you running if you were in other states? It's because you never left California that they can't find you.” She explained to him as she played with her hair. " You're really scared when you know my movements and how I think. But why did you want us to eat together all of a sudden?” He was impressed by how Eva figured his secret out but he was still suspicious about her. She chuckled. "Do I need a reason to invite a cousin to eat? Don’t be so skeptical of me." "I'm skeptical if it comes out of nowhere." He said, just as his stomach decided to grumble for food. He tilted his head to look at the empty pizza box that was on his desk and wondered whether he should maybe eat something healthier. "What? Two cousins can’t suddenly enjoy a good meal together?" Eva frowned a bit because she sounded suspicious, even to her own ears. "I just wan

Her heart drummed in fear when she found her body unable to move and even the driver wasn't responding to her. She struggled to open her eyes, only to see a strange dispenser near the air conditioner vent. She looked at the rear view mirror and felt her heart drop when she saw the gas mask on the cab driver. ’What the hell was going on?’ She thought to herself. He turned the air conditioner to the highest setting which caused more wind to circulate around the car and the strange dispenser blew out more gas. Eva tried to focus, to fight against the suffocating fog enveloping her mind, but every thought slipped away like water through her fingers. Her eyelids fluttered as she strained to stay conscious. ‘Something is wrong. I need to get out of this car.’ The thought came with force, shaking the last remnants of her strength. However , no matter how she tried to fight, her body remained sluggish, unresponsive, and refused to cooperate with her. She glanced around the car through bl

Since no one has walked in through the door, Eva thought of using the opportunity. Her eyes darted around the room again, searching for something—anything—that could help her. There was a stack of crates nearby, just a few distance away from her, covered in heavy plastic sheeting. The walls were rusted metal shelves, half-empty but littered with old tools and bolts. She strained to see further, craning her neck to take in the shadows at the back of the warehouse, but nothing stood out. The place was almost unnervingly empty. “Shame. My purse isn't with me." If only her purse was somewhere in sight it would have been easier for her. But she knew that the men who took her would have rummaged through it, and the dagger she always carried in her person had already been discarded by now. They’ll be back soon, she reminded herself. She needed to be ready. With no other options at her disposal, Eva leaned back in the chair and waited. The cold metal beneath her was uncomfortable, pressing

"Now that, young lady, is private information." He mused, watching her eyes scan his men. Despite seeing the metal bats, knives, and brass knuckles, she didn’t seem to shake or cringe back in fear. This was getting really interesting. "Hm, I assume you were requested to keep the exact number private. But can I get an approximate amount?" She was hoping to delay time or at least buy them out. "I’m afraid your little plan won’t work on me." The leader chuckled. " Come on, I'm offering you twice the money you were offered to take me and you're rejecting it. I've met people with the same profession as you and they never let such an opportunity I'm offering to you go to waste.” Eva raised a brow at the man. The leader took a step closer, leaning down slightly to bring his face level with hers. His expression was calm, almost amused, but there was a hard edge to his smile. “Let’s just say you’re a piece in a larger game.” Eva’s pulse quickened. A game? What kind of game? She wasn’t in

The leader reached out, his gloved hand brushing against her cheek. The cold and rough leather sent a shiver down her spine, and she stiffened at the touch. Every fiber of her being screamed to slap his hand away, but she in restrain. Goosebumps rose on her arms, and she swallowed hard, biting back the surge of bile rising in her throat. "W...whatever...he paid you, I...I’ll double it." Her voice was barely a whisper, each word costing her. Breathing was becoming harder, her ribs protesting with every shallow gasp. “Hm," he mused, releasing her hair and stepping back. “Should I take that as an answer?” Eva asked. The leader chuckled darkly, a sound that made her blood run cold.He said you’d offer that. Very predictable." She watched as his long fingers toyed with the butterfly knife in his hand. The blade flicked open and shut with practiced ease, gleaming menacingly under the dim light. Her eyes narrowed as she followed the movement, and an idea formed in her mind. She wasn’t c