บททั้งหมดของ Fake Marriage: The Trillionire Tycoon's Fiesty Bride : บทที่ 661 - บทที่ 670

She trembled at his words, their certainty sending a ripple through her. He spoke with such confidence, so assured that she would stay by his side for the rest of their lives, and to her surprise, she found comfort in it. There was something deeply reassuring about his unwavering resolve, about knowing he was the kind of man who would cross oceans and move mountains to keep her close—even if it meant chasing her to the ends of the earth just to bring her back."I never intended to run," she whispered, her voice soft but resolute. Her words made his heart race. He tightened his arms around her, unwilling to let go.Eva remained nestled against Damien’s chest, her breath steadying as his strong arms cocooned her in warmth. For a moment, the world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in the magical ambiance he had created. The distant hum of the city and the lingering scent of roses faded into the background, replaced by the quiet, steady rhythm of his heartbeat

---The next morning, the media was ablaze with photos of their romantic outing. Paparazzi had captured them at the amusement park, painting them as the ultimate power couple. In every image, Damien’s protective nature was evident—his arm firmly around Eva, his gaze never straying far from her.The headlines praised their chemistry, their undeniable connection. While most media outlets dared not mention Eva’s past, a few foolishly brought up her previous engagement to Mark and unearthed unflattering photos from years ago.Damien was swift in his retaliation. The companies responsible were swiftly dismantled, their employees blacklisted, and the malicious articles erased from existence. His actions sent a clear message: any attack on Eva would be met with swift and merciless consequences.Unaware of the media frenzy, Eva woke up to a flood of messages. Most were from her estranged family, whose sudden interest in her life only deepened her disdain.[Mistress]: Ungrateful child! Why did

Meanwhile Eva was busy panicking in her room. Every dress in her closet was stunning, crafted from the finest materials, yet none of them fit her properly! She hadn't gotten any sensible dress for the banquet when she went to the mall. There wasn’t enough time to reach out to a designer for a custom dress that fit her current size. She called the best tailors she knew, but all of them were fully booked. It wasn’t hard to figure out why—the socialites attending the banquet had monopolized their schedules.Eva considered skipping the event altogether but quickly dismissed the thought. Her grandpa Smith would never allow it. Letting out a frustrated groan, she collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling in defeat.Suddenly her phone vibrated against the table, breaking the silence. She glanced at the screen. Trix.She picked up, her voice composed despite the knot forming in her stomach. “Trix. What’s the news?”Trix hesitated briefly before speaking, her voice laced with concern. “E

After laying out the initial plan, Trix stood, her posture reflecting newfound determination. “I’ll get started on this immediately,” she said, adjusting her bag. She glanced at Eva and Gwen, her expression firm. “You can count on me to handle the media and HB Industry.”“Thanks, Trix,” Eva said with a faint smile. “Keep me updated on any developments. And remember, don’t let anyone at HB Industry catch on to what we’re doing.”“Got it.” Trix gave a small nod before walking out of the office.As the door clicked shut behind her, Gwen turned her attention to Eva, her brows furrowing in concern. She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. “Alright, Trix has her part covered. Now tell me, Eva—what’s your next move?”Eva didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she stood from her seat and walked toward the large window that overlooked the bustling streets of Miami. The city seemed alive with opportunity and challenges, a reflection of the battle brewing within her.“I’m going to accept the co

"Damien, you're here!" A shrill voice rang out, it was high-pitched and overly enthusiastic like a girl. Eva’s sharp gaze darted toward the source of the voice, her expression immediately hardening as she turned to Damien. Oh, wonderful. So his friend was a woman. Just perfect."I’ve been waiting for you!" A stunning woman sauntered into the room, her hips swaying provocatively as she practically skipped toward Damien.Eva opened her mouth to speak, her sharp tongue ready to lash out, but Damien beat her to it. "Take off the wig and makeup. You're going to cause a misunderstanding," he growled, sidestepping the woman with a scowl. He tightened his grip on Eva's hand, silently signaling her to stay put despite the storm brewing in her eyes.The woman pouted dramatically, batting her long, mascara-heavy lashes at him. She had striking high cheekbones and a squarish, slightly rugged jawline, but her skillful use of makeup accentuated her features flawlessly."Damien, you’re no fun!" Her