The Billionaire's Fake Romance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

As the woman bursts into the room, Evelyn's body tenses and her eyes widen in shock. Pulling back instinctively, she looks from John to the intruder."What are you doing here, Sophia?" John says in a startled and irritated tone.Sophia narrows her eyes as they dart between Evelyn and John while she walks to the middle of the living room, crossing her arms over her chest. "John, I knew you would get over me quickly, but I didn't think you would do it so….. unashamedly."Evelyn gets to her feet quickly, obviously uneasy. "I should leave. It seems like this is something between you two.”John reaches out and gently grabs her hand to stop her as she takes a step back. "Hold on, Evelyn. Don't leave, please. This is not how it appears."Sophia interrupts with a sour laugh and scoffs. "Oh, do not listen to him, stranger. Fred likes to exaggerate.”“Her name is Evelyn and she is not a stranger!” John snaps at Sophia, obliviously pissed.He turns back to Evelyn as his face hardens. "Look, I'm

Cordelia paces the length of her living room in deep thought, her eyes flashing with fury.After a while, she takes a seat in a single chair, crossing her legs and arms in a defensive posture.Her clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, an indication of the anger boiling inside her.Leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, the memory of Louisa's arrogant look flashes in her mind; it stings like salt in a fresh wound.And the humiliating reprimand from Alan afterwards?It has been lingering in her mind like a bitter taste. There is no way she’s letting them go unscathed. Both of them. Not before she's had her own pound of flesh.Picking up her cellphone, she strolls to the window, pauses for a while and then, making up her mind, she taps a contact she hadn't called in a while. A smooth baritone voice answers after it rings twice."Cordelia, you nearly cut me off the other day. To what do I owe this call?”With a steady but tense voice, she replies, "Ryder, please do me a favor."From

Evelyn arrives at John's place, the next evening, a bottle of champagne in hand and a hesitant smile on her face. She had arrived from work earlier than usual and was just catching up on her favorite TV shows when John texted her to come over. He wants them to spend the evening together, given her first visit was almost ruined by an unwelcomed guest. Although Evelyn is happy at the invitation, the awkward visit of Sophia is still fresh in her mind. She worries if Sophia would barge in like she did last time. However, she pushes it aside, deciding to believe in John's assurances. The door opens just as she raises her hand to knock and John flashes her with a bright smile while pulling her in for a hug. “I've been waiting all afternoon, come on.” He ushers her in, taking her hand in his. Evelyn smiles shyly, “sorry I came late, I was stuck in traffic for sometime. Here, I bought champagne.” “Don't worry, I'll be the one stuck in traffic next time. The champagne is perfect by

“Let's settle this now Louisa,” Kingsley starts, his voice bitter and colder than she'd ever heard it. He hesitates, just outside the threshold of the hallway, facing her squarely. His intent gaze seems to bore into her soul and Louisa wonders what the hell is going on. “I'll ask you again, who is your son's father?” Louisa's palms become clammy and her breath hitch as she realizes that Kingsley still has doubts about her son's paternity. She knew the moment he found out that Liam is her son that things would become hectic, because, for a fact, the odds are actually high. Knowing he is four years old and also has his generic disease is too big for a coincidence. But she didn't expect him to be so invested in the matter despite her refusal to open up. What exactly is it with this man? Does he want to see her shriveled up and dead from anxiety? She blinks and opens her mouth to speak but no sound comes out. Her mind races for something, anything, that would suffice as an a

Cordelia types away on her office system, her mind focused on the memo she is preparing, which would be needed the following day for a presentation.Given the importance of that presentation, CEO Alan had explicitly stated that she should get it done herself, rather than passing it on to junior secretaries.Alan had effortlessly switched to professional mode the following week he insulted and humiliated her. It is very characteristic of him to switch like that, like the ashole that he is, until the next time his sexual urge beckons on him for a prey.Then, he'd remember he has a little sex toy nearby who can give him the ride of his life and massage his damned dick.Her phone chimes on the table, indicating an incoming text.Irritated with the interruption, she hisses, but her face brightens up when she glances at the screen and she sees that it is a message from Ryder Lyon.“Cafe Blaire, 3pm. Come with your charm.”She mentally rolls her eyes while putting the phone away.Thankfully