All Chapters of The CEO’s Unlikely Fiancée : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32LyraThe hotel lobby gleamed under the morning sunlight streaming through its towering glass windows. Polished marble floors reflected the pristine crystal chandeliers above, and the faint scent of fresh lilies hung in the air. Every detail, from the grand staircase to the uniformed staff bustling about, screamed luxury.I walked in, clutching my bag a little tighter. My reflection in the spotless windows didn’t quite match the surroundings. My simple outfit, while clean and decent, felt completely out of place. The last 24 hours of stress and hiding away had clearly left their mark. I hadn’t even touched my hair beyond a quick comb-through.The reception desk stood at the center, its marble surface gleaming under the light. A woman stood behind it, polished to perfection, with a smile as sharp as her tailored suit."Good morning," I said, the words almost catching in my throat.Her eyes flicked over me, assessing. Judging. The smile stayed on her face, but it felt thinner

Chapter 34Lyra“So, it’s true? You’re in a relationship with Roman Lennox? All this time, Lyra?” Sydney’s voice was a mix of disbelief and excitement as she leaned forward across the small café table. Her wide brown eyes scanned my face like she was waiting for me to crack a joke.I sipped my coffee, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “Yeah, well… things were progressing between us, but it escalated faster than either of us expected.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but even to my ears, it sounded rehearsed. With a sheepish smile, I held out my hand, showing her the engagement ring. “So, yeah. I’m engaged.”Sydney’s jaw dropped before she quickly recovered, her expression softening into something between joy and concern. “I’m happy for you, Lyra, truly,” she said, her tone earnest. But then her brows furrowed, and her voice dropped into that familiar tone she used when she thought I needed a reality check. “But are you sure about this? Roman Lennox might be a big deal, but do you trust him

Chapter 36LyraAnthony put my luggage in the car, and I climbed into the passenger seat beside Roman. The air in the car felt heavy, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Roman’s presence was still overwhelming, and his aura, commanding and cold, seemed to fill every corner of the space. His icy blue eyes flicked toward me, giving a slight nod, but the weight of his gaze was enough to make me sit up straighter.I had to pinch myself every now and then to remind myself this wasn’t some elaborate fantasy I’d conjured up. It was real—me, sitting next to Roman Lennox, my boss turned fake fiancé, heading off on a Valentine’s getaway. The absurdity of it all was still something I hadn’t fully processed.“I talked to Sydney,” I ventured, trying to break the awkward silence. Roman’s attention shifted to me, and I felt the full force of his gaze. “She’s a mutual friend of Ethan’s and mine. I told her our story, and she believed it. I think we’re on the right track.”I smiled, hoping to i

Chapter 38LyraThe February heat hit me the moment we stepped off the jet. It wasn’t oppressive, just a soft warmth that clung to my skin—around 82°F (28°C)—and the salty tang of the ocean lingered in the air. The sky was a flawless shade of blue, and the breeze carried the promise of paradise.Roman stepped beside me, exuding his usual composed elegance. He’d swapped his suit for a more casual button-down and slacks, but the addition of black sunglasses only made him look more effortlessly striking. When his hand rested on the small of my back to guide me toward the waiting car, my pulse skipped.The way we walked together, side by side, I could feel the eyes of onlookers on us. We probably looked like a couple—him with his cool confidence and me…well, just trying not to stumble under the weight of his presence.Roman spoke briefly to someone, and within moments, our luggage was being loaded into the sleek black SUV waiting for us.I frowned as we slid into the car. “Wait. You didn’

Chapter 40LyraUnpacking with Roman felt surreal. It wasn’t just the act of neatly putting away our clothes—it was the bizarre intimacy of sharing a space with someone I barely knew. A space that, thanks to my poor planning, looked like it belonged to a honeymooning couple rather than two people in a fake engagement.He moved efficiently, folding and organizing his things with a calm precision that only made me feel more self-conscious. Meanwhile, I was fumbling with my bag, dropping socks and accidentally spilling my toiletries.This is fine, I told myself. Be cool, Lyra. Relax.Except how could I relax when we were going to sleep in the same room—hell, the same bed—that was literally begging to be featured in a romantic drama? The rose petals, the dim lighting, the champagne... it all seemed to mock me, amplifying the awkwardness.I glanced at Roman. He was unfazed, his movements smooth and collected, as if sharing this space was just another day at the office.By the time we were