บททั้งหมดของ Fake Marriage: The Trillionire Tycoon's Fiesty Bride : บทที่ 651 - บทที่ 660

Shane sighed, reaching into his briefcase to pull out another ready-to-use phone, already preloaded with all the necessary information from the previous one. "Is something the matter, Boss?" he asked cautiously, his words slow and deliberate, as though treading on thin ice. He handed the new phone to Damien with both hands, his posture tense.Damien inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled slowly, attempting to calm the storm brewing within him. He understood why she had hung up. She didn’t want to escalate things, especially not after their most recent argument.Damien, who had little knowledge of relationships or how they worked, turned sharply to Shane, a scowl etched onto his perfectly chiseled face. "How's your relationship with your fiancée?"Shane blinked in confusion, his usually composed demeanor faltering. His expression went blank as if he hadn't heard the question correctly. Scratching the back of his head, he stammered, "P……pardon my incompetence, Boss, …could you repe

The next morning, when Eva woke up, she let out a sigh as her eyes landed on the empty side of the bed.Last night, Damien had called to inform her that he wouldn’t be able to come home due to some work he needed to handle at the office.Even though she didn’t argue with him, Eva couldn’t help but feel that his absence was because he was still upset about their disagreement the previous afternoon. Regardless, she missed his presence deeply.Little did she know, Damien’s absence was part of a carefully planned surprise.After her morning routine, Eva dressed in a simple white top paired with black jeans, grabbed her bag, and headed downstairs. Her mind was set on going to Elite Entertainment for a meeting.However, when she reached the staircase, her eyes widened in surprise. Standing near the entrance of the living room was a tall and lean figure, exuding casual elegance.“Damien…?” she murmured, his name slipping from her lips before she could even think.He turned, a pastel blue box

Everywhere they went, they drew countless stares. Some people even stopped mid-step, their gazes lingering on the captivating striking pair. Some stole discreet glances, while others openly stared, mesmerized by the strikingly elegant couple. Despite the commanding presence of the tall, suave man walking beside her, she did not appear overshadowed. Her sharp eyes and composed demeanor radiated confidence, her neutral expression betraying nothing as she took in her surroundings. Together, their combined aura was magnetic and overwhelming, an air of authority and sophistication that seemed almost regal. They were, without question, the embodiment of a true power couple.“Oh my gosh, he’s so handsome!” In a hypnotic daze upon seeing someone so blindly charismatic, one woman whispered to her friend. “I wonder if he’s a model or an actor.”“No, he looks like an immortal!” another chimed in, hearts practically radiating from her eyes."Pfft! Ivy, you’ve been watching way too many historica

Before she could respond, he kissed her with a fierce urgency, his lips claiming hers with an intensity that left her breathless. His mouth was rough and demanding, pulling her closer, but there was also an undeniable sweetness in the way he tasted her. Despite the forceful kiss, a warmth spread through her, igniting a growing heat within her body.A sharp gasp escaped her when he nipped at her bottom lip, the sudden sting quickly soothed by his tongue, the tenderness of his touch both punishing and soothing in equal measure. His kiss deepened, and as promised, her mind spiraled into blankness, consumed by the sensation of his lips on hers. His hand slid behind her, giving her a gentle but possessive squeeze that made her heart race.The soft sound of her breath hitched as he continued, kissing her mercilessly until her lips were tender and swollen. Her legs were barely holding her up, but he was there, steadying her, marking her with every kiss, every touch. When he finally pulled aw

Suspicious, Eva pulled out her phone and opened the camera. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the glaring red marks on her neck—two perfectly visible hickeys."You!" she gasped, smacking Damien’s arm as he burst into laughter."You… you…!" she stammered, completely flustered. Her thoughts raced in a whirlwind of panic. ‘Oh my goodness! Has it been there this whole time? Is that why people kept staring at me?!’"It’s not funny!" she scolded, now using her purse to hit him, much to the amusement of his bodyguards."If it makes you feel better, you can leave some on me too," Damien teased, winking playfully. She retaliated by swatting at him repeatedly, but he was far too amused by her adorable expression to take her seriously. The mere thought of her leaving a mark on him filled him with excitement, his eyes glinting with anticipation and unspoken hopes."You wish!" she snapped, instantly crushing his hopes, though his smirk only deepened."Careful what you wish for," he murmured,