BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE GIRL のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Isabella’s POVThe sight of Julian Steele standing by the window sent a jolt of unease through me. His posture was relaxed, but there was something calculating in the way he observed us, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored suit. The city lights reflected against the glass, casting his face in a cold, sharp glow.Noah stiffened beside me, his grip on my hand tightening for a brief moment before he let go, stepping forward.“What the hell are you doing here, Julian?” Noah’s voice was calm, but I could sense the underlying tension.Julian turned, his piercing blue eyes landing on me before shifting to Noah. A smirk curved his lips. “Nice to see you too, cousin.”Cousin? Julian Steel, his biggest competitor and rival is his cousin?I blinked in surprise, glancing between them. Noah had never mentioned a cousin before, at least not one that was involved in his business.“I don’t have time for games,” Noah said, his tone laced with irritation. “If you came here for something,

Isabella’s POVThe ride back was silent, thick with unspoken thoughts. Noah’s jaw was clenched, his fingers gripping the leather seat as if he were trying to ground himself. Julian’s words lingered in my mind—Hennessy isn’t just securing weapons. She’s securing alliances.If she was bringing in mercenaries, this wasn’t just a business war anymore. This was a battle for survival.I stole a glance at Noah. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders told me everything. He wasn’t just thinking about how to counter Hennessy—he was preparing for war.The SUV pulled into the underground garage of Noah’s private estate. His security detail followed, their movements precise as they secured the perimeter.As soon as we stepped out, Noah turned to his assistant. “Get me a full report on Hennessy’s recent financial moves. I want to know who she’s hiring, where her money is going, and if there’s anyone willing to turn against her.”His assistant nodded and hurried off.I cross

Isabella’s POVDarkness swallowed the warehouse, but I had no time to panic. The echo of gunfire rang through the air, mingling with the sharp shouts of Noah’s men. My instincts kicked in, adrenaline coursing through my veins.Julian’s grip on my arm tightened. “Stay close,” he whispered.I yanked free, my hand flying to the gun at my waist. “I don’t need saving.”A flicker of something crossed his face—annoyance, maybe amusement—but we had bigger problems. The warehouse was now a war zone. Shadows shifted as figures moved in the dark, gunfire flashing like lightning.“Cover me,” I ordered, darting toward the crates.Julian muttered a curse but followed, firing at the men emerging from the shadows. I ducked behind a stack of boxes, my pulse hammering. Hennessy had planned this. She’d been expecting us, which meant—I clicked my earpiece. “Noah, it’s a setup! Hennessy’s men were waiting for us.”Static……….Damn it.I glanced at Julian. “We need to find another way out.”He nodded toward

Isabella’s POVMorning arrived faster than I expected. Sleep had eluded me, my mind caught in an endless cycle of doubts, suspicions, and unanswered questions. I had spent half the night trying to unravel the puzzle that was Julian, but no matter how much I turned the pieces over in my mind, they never quite fit together.A part of me wanted to believe he was on our side—that his desire to take down Hennessy was genuine but trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford, not when I had already been burned too many times.As I stepped into the common area of the safe house, the air was thick with tension. The men were moving with purpose, gathering weapons, checking ammunition, and reinforcing the security measures we had in place.Today was the day—-We were setting the trap.Noah was already up, leaning over the table where a map of the city was spread out. His jaw was tight, his eyes scanning the markings we had made the night before. Julian stood nearby, arms crossed, watching him with a calc

Noah’s POVThe night air was thick with tension, but not the kind that came from planning a trap for a traitor. No, this was something different. Something that burned in my chest every time I saw Isabella and Julian together.I leaned against the balcony railing, staring out into the darkness. Below, the city pulsed with life, oblivious to the war brewing in our world.I had barely closed my eyes since we got back. Sleep wasn’t an option when the woman who was supposed to be mine—even if only in name—was spending all her time whispering with Julian.I clenched my jaw, pushing the thought away. This wasn’t about jealousy…… It was about control.About keeping Isabella safe.Footsteps approached behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was her.“We need to talk,” I said, my voice sharp.Isabella sighed, stepping beside me. “I figured you’d say that.”I finally turned to face her. Her arms were crossed, her expression guarded. Good. She knew what was coming.“You’re getting too