All Chapters of Fake Marriage: The Trillionire Tycoon's Fiesty Bride : Chapter 681 - Chapter 690

Eva chuckled softly, her laughter light but carrying an edge that sliced through the tension between them. To an outsider, the scene might have appeared like a friendly exchange, given her relaxed demeanor, but the undertones were far from cordial. “Oh, Mr. Johnson,” she began, her smile widening slightly, “let me clarify something for you. I don’t get desperate—especially not for things I’ve already lost interest in.”Her smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, emotionless expression that sent a chill down his spine. The light in her eyes dimmed, leaving only an icy resolve. The shift was so sudden and sharp that it left Mark momentarily stunned, the weight of her words sinking into him like daggers.Seizing the opportunity to paint herself in a good light, Christine flashed a bright smile on her face as she looked at Eva. “Sister, don't be offended by Mark. You know how he is sometimes, he doesn't mean-" “Shut up, Christine." Eva coldly cut her off, not bothering to let C

Mark's hands clenched into fists, his body trembling with barely contained fury. His vision blurred with red as a fiery rage consumed him, the mockery and humiliation clawing at his pride.Sensing his volcanic anger, Christine stepped in quickly, placing a delicate hand on his chest to stop him from lunging forward. Her voice was soft, almost pleading, as she whispered, “Sweetheart, don’t do it.” She stroked his chest in what she hoped was a soothing gesture. “It’s not worth it,” she murmured, her tone saccharine, attempting to pacify the seething man.Mark exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around Christine’s waist. The action grounded him, reminding him why he was here in the first place. He hadn’t come to this event to pick a fight or fuel a scandal—he had come to rebuild connections and salvage his crumbling reputation.Taking a slow, deliberate step back, he forced himself to swallow his anger. But the shame of backing down in front of Damien, Eva, and the entire room burned de

With how securely he was holding her, he made sure there was no escape. He reveled in her softness, the warmth of her body against his own. Hugging her felt like holding the world’s most comfortable pillow, and her delicate, heavenly scent only heightened the sense of paradise she brought him.“I’m always normal,” Eva argued, her tone defensive yet laced with playful defiance.“Of course you are,” Damien replied, nodding with exaggerated sincerity, his voice low and teasing.He was doing everything in his power to soothe her mood, the metaphorical wagging of his tail almost visible. His face nuzzled into her neck, his soft hair brushing against her skin and drawing out a tiny, melodic giggle from her lips.“That tickles,” she laughed, the sound light and pure, making his heart race.Her laughter was intoxicating, and Damien couldn’t help but tighten his hold slightly, his lips brushing softly against the sensitive skin of her neck as he murmured, “Then maybe I should stop… or maybe no

Acting on pure impulse, he lifted her into his arms without breaking their heated kiss. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, granting him the leverage to hold her closer. She poured herself into the kiss, uncertainty and self-doubt flickering in her mind, but when his deep, pleasured groan rumbled through her, she pressed on, emboldened by his reaction.Their lips collided in a fervent rhythm, her tongue teasing and tasting as she nipped at him. He matched her passion with his own, his control slipping with every passing second. When her back met the soft surface of the mattress, she realized where this was heading. He loomed over her, his hand dangerously low on her thigh, his fingers brushing against sensitive skin as he stood between her legs.His touch grew bolder, sliding beneath the sheer material of her gown, his rough fingertips grazing her smooth flesh. The sensation sent a jolt through her, and she froze. Her heart pounded wildly, her throat suddenly parched as t

The hum of the crowd hushed as someone emerged at the top of the grand staircase. A tall, striking man descended with the confidence of a king. His laidback smile masked the guarded expression in his eyes. Symmetrical features, high cheekbones, and an aristocratic nose gave him a commanding presence.Eva’s jaw tightened as disdain swirled in her chest upon laying eyes on the man.Dustin Banks. The start of tonight's show. The reason why she was forced to be here at this damned party, one way or the other.The new CEO of Dust Flex Conglomerate and the sworn enemy of her second best friend, Kaiser.He looked so carefree, completely oblivious to all the lives he had disrupted in his adolescent years when tormenting others was merely a game—a game where he calculated how quickly his chess pieces would break.She could still vividly recall the pain-stricken face of Kai when he barely managed to escape a brutal beating instigated by Dustin’s underlings. Though Dustin wasn’t there to witness