Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Fake Romance : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

There is a quiet hum of activity in the Wills Corporation halls, but the sharp click of Louisa's heels breaks the silence. She storms towards Kingsley's office with an unrelenting speed and a thunderous look. Helen, the receptionist's voice rises in alarm as she scampers after her, "Miss Emerson, you need an appointment—" But Louisa doesn't even reduce her speed. She shots back, "No! I don't." From around the corner, Hardy emerges, his expression a mask of worry. "Please, Ms. Louisa, Mr. Kingsley is in the midst of—" Louisa cuts in with a scathing, cutting voice, as she walks along, "I don't care. He doesn't expect me to sit still after sending that ridiculous text." "Please, Ma'am, just—" Helen and Hardy say at once, almost in a chorus.However, it is too late. Louisa is already in front of Kingsley's office.She hurls the double doors open without knocking and rushes inside. With the floor-to-ceiling windows framing the expansive city view, Kingsley sits majestically behind

The chiefs of main departments walk into Modu Tech's glass-walled conference room, the place is alive with silent expectancy. Alan Craig, the CEO, sits at the head of the elegant oak table, his presence stifling any conversation. His fitted navy suit is spotless. But his sharp gray eyes show the annoyance he is trying to hide. His assistant, Cordelia sits next to him, a little smirk indicating that she knows secrets no one else dares to reveal. Alan puts his hands on the table and leans forward. "Let’s get straight to it," he says in a composed but tensed voice. "Wills Corporation did not approve the last R&D project we pitched to them. We really missed the mark on this chance, which was supposed to be revolutionary.” The room's air becomes more dense. Nervously, eyes flashes about, but nobody says anything. Alan waits a moment for the hush to end before continuing. "Collaborations like these are essential to our future. Although Wills Corporation has the mean

The faint hum of the day's work lingers in Evelyn's mind as she unlocks the door to her apartment. Tossing her car key onto the console table by the door, she lets out a sigh. Although the day had been good, with Ashby's treat and all, the prospect of curling up on her couch with a cup of coffee while pressing away at her phone is all she craves. Leaning against her couch, she rubs her forehead with her fingers soothingly, the soft hum of television filling the quiet room. After a moment, she kicks off her shoes, feeling relieved as her feet finally find freedom. Curling up under a throw blanket, with a cup of coffee by her side, a sudden knock at the door startles her. She hesitates. She isn't expecting anyone and it is too late for visitors. She ignores the knocks intuitively but it persists. She wonders who it could be and her curiosity quickly wins. She slides her feet into her fluffy home slippers, and pads to the door. Peering into the peephole, she bli

Louisa moves quickly but cautiously as she folds Liam's final Spider-Man T-shirt into his duffel bag. Even though it is still professional and clean, the hospital room feels strangely warm today. After being discharged, Liam is finally going to lead a typical four-year-old life. He is standing by the window, talking animatedly about the New York school he wishes to attend. And damn! His choice is a high-priced prep school that Louisa isn't sure she can afford. "Mommy, they have a large playground! Greater in size than the park one!” Liam exclaims with his tiny fists making broad arcs in the air. Louisa grins. "Dear, it sounds wonderful. There, you'll have a great time.” She inwardly rolls her eyes, ‘Great time indeed. Where did he even learn about this school? This is the result of idleness, he has so much free time to watch adverts and drool over photos in the papers’. Fred walks in with a smile as big as the duffel bag Louisa is carrying when the door slides open.

Louisa can't stop thinking about Liam as she goes about her duties at work. Her lack of concentration makes the day seem longer than normal. Unable to wait anymore, she makes Evelyn cover up for her for the rest of the day while she makes her way home. It is Liam's first day at prep school. Although it isn't the high-priced, private school in an exclusive setting that the boy had envisioned, she leaves work early to make his first day there memorable. She wants to be home early to hear the details of his first day at school, celebrate the new chapter with him, and probably take him for a walk afterward. But the sight that welcomes her makes her stop dead in her tracks as she arrives at her apartment in high spirits. Liam slouches on the center couch of the living room, writhing and crying loudly, uncontrollably. His backpack is thrown aside, and his school clothes are crushed. The nanny she had hired to stay with him during the day, Bem, is standing clumsily in a corner,