All Chapters of Fake Dating The Billionaire : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter Twenty: Shared Dreams

Celeste's pov The faint creak of the floorboards in the hallway stirred me. Half-asleep, I reached out instinctively—but the other side of the bed was already empty, still faintly warm where he had been. Leo was gone. Frowning, I sat up. wondering if Leo had just stepped out., if he was the reason why the hallway floorboard squeaked. But why would he be up this early? And where would he even go? I slipped on a hoodie I’d left draped over the armchair and padded out into the corridor. The estate was quiet, the kind of stillness that settled in at night, broken only by the distant chirp of crickets and the occasional rustle of trees outside. I found him in the garden. Leo sat alone on the bench beneath the trees, back slightly hunched, a plain white mug cradled in his hands. Moonlight spilled across the lawn, catching on his hair and the line of his jaw, casting everything in silver and shadow. For a moment, I didn’t say anything. I just watched him—the calm way he sat

Last Updated : 2025-05-10

Chapter Twenty One: Fault Lines

Celeste's POV The sharp buzz of my phone interrupted the tense silence in Leo’s office. I glanced at the screen: it was a call from one of our construction managers at the Northstone site. I lifted the phone to my ear. "Miss Montgomery," the manager’s voice was tight with urgency. "We’ve got a situation. There are cracks along the eastern wing, significant enough to cause some minor structural shifts. We’ve had a few injuries from debris falling—nothing fatal, but it’s a mess. We need to take immediate action." My stomach tightened as I heard the words. "How bad is it?" "It’s serious, but we're containing it for now. The team is on-site trying to stabilize it. The thing is, we’re going to need the green light to shut the wing down and do a full inspection." I swallowed hard, glancing over at Leo, whose eyes were already on me. "Understood," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "I’ll notify Mr. Kingsley, and we’ll get an emergency meeting set up right away." " I

Last Updated : 2025-05-13

Chapter Twenty Two : The Fallout

Celeste’s POV The day after Spencer’s suspension, Kingsley Group was in full containment mode. Emails flew in like darts. Phones rang non-stop. Every executive on Leo’s floor looked one misstep away from combustion. From my desk in his office, I watched Leo power through calls, his tone clipped and unforgiving, his jaw tight with restraint. He hadn’t said a word to me all morning, and I didn’t take it personally. He was a man trying to keep his empire from crumbling. I kept my head down and worked. Then my phone buzzed. BREAKING: Kingsley Construction Site Under Investigation. My heart lurched. I tapped the notification. A live stream opened with a drone shot of the Northstone site—caution tape fluttering, a collapsed beam cordoned off, workers in orange helmets clearing debris. Then the footage cut to the news anchor. “The collapse at a Kingsley Group site raises alarming questions about internal oversight. Sources confirm that an unapproved vendor—Eastbrook Material—

Last Updated : 2025-05-19

Chapter Twenty Three: The Truth Between Us

Celeste’s POV I was lying alone on the living room couch, my phone in hand, scrolling through it without really paying attention. The quiet hum of the penthouse was a strange kind of comfort after the chaos of the past few days. Then Leo appeared, like he always does when I least expect it. Without saying a word, he sat down next to me and gently pulled me toward him until I was resting against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around me. I looked up at him, surprised. “Why are you being so touchy-feely all of a sudden?” He smiled softly and whispered, “Can’t I hold my girl after a stressful week?” I set my phone aside and let myself relax in his embrace, feeling the familiar warmth and steady beat of his heart. After a moment, he finally asked, quietly, “Why did you break up with me?” I lifted my head from his chest and look at his face. There was something in his eyes—soft, serious—that told me it was time to talk about what we’d left unsaid for years. I took a

Last Updated : 2025-05-21

Chapter Twenty Four: True Declarations

Celeste's Pov The wind had made it its personal mission to steal my hat. Again. I dashed after it, laughing breathlessly as it skittered like a runaway frisbee. Leo’s voice rang out from behind me, warm and amused. “You know, I think that hat’s in love with the ocean.” “I swear it’s doing this on purpose,” I huffed, snatching it just before it dove into the waves. I turned and marched back toward him, sand clinging to my legs and victory in my stride. He was waiting with that lazy grin, hands tucked in his pockets, looking like he had all the time in the world to admire the chaos I’d just caused. I tossed the hat back onto my head and struck a pose. “Okay, smartass. Since you’re clearly enjoying the show, how about we make things interesting?” Leo raised an eyebrow. “I’m listening.” I gave him a slow, challenging smile. “Pickup line battle. Loser owes the winner a massage.” His eyes lit up immediately. “You want to challenge me? Celeste, I was born for this.” “Then

Last Updated : 2025-05-29

Chapter Twenty Five : Echoes of Doubt

Celeste’s POV I was supposed to be organizing project files, but my heart was too full for spreadsheets. The glow from my screen blurred into the background as my mind drifted—back to the way he’d looked that morning. Sunlight filtering in through gauzy white curtains, casting a soft halo around him as he leaned over me, his hair still damp from a shower, his voice rough with sleep. “Good morning, beautiful.” The kiss he pressed to my forehead had been gentle, but the trail of kisses that followed—my cheek, my shoulder, the inside of my wrist—those had been enough to make me melt right into the pillows. I’d cracked one eye open and found him balancing a tray in one hand, the other already reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. And there it was: the most ridiculous breakfast I’d ever seen. Heart-shaped pancakes. Strawberries sliced with a level of effort that had ‘Leo probably threatened the kitchen staff’ written all over it. A tiny jar of honey. A cappuccino wit

Last Updated : 2025-06-02

Chapter Twenty Six: A Quiet Kind Of Fear

Celeste's pov I stretched my legs under Leo’s desk, the fabric of my pencil skirt catching slightly at the back of my knees as I shifted in the chair. The scent of his cologne still lingered faintly in the air—sharp, clean, and unmistakably him. He’d stepped out for a meeting, leaving behind the usual quiet hum of the office and the stack of documents I’d been sorting through. Most of them were routine—updated vendor contracts, appointment reschedules, a proposal draft he hadn’t had time to read. I’d been organizing them by priority, checking things off our shared calendar. Something about sitting in his chair made me feel… closer to him. Like I could almost see the world the way he did—bigger, faster, more ruthless. But also lonelier. My fingers paused on the smooth surface of the keyboard, the cursor blinking back at me. I glanced at my phone—no new texts. Not from Leo. Not from anyone. I told myself that was mostly a good thing. Until the screen lit up. At first, I tho

Last Updated : 2025-06-08

Chapter Twenty Seven: Somewhere Safe

Celeste's pov The wind threaded through my hair as we sped past rows of tall trees, their green canopies blurring into a watercolor sky. No skyscrapers. No horns. Just the sound of tires on asphalt and the faint chirp of birds somewhere in the distance. Leo had insisted on driving himself. No driver. Just us, a packed duffel in the backseat, and his stubborn belief that we needed a break. We hadn’t spoken much since leaving the city, but it wasn’t awkward. There was a strange kind of comfort in the quiet. Like the air between us had finally decided to relax. Then, out of nowhere, he flicked on the radio. A moment of static—and then: “Style” by Taylor Swift. I turned to him, wide-eyed. “You’re joking.” He shot me a sidelong look. “What now?” I raised a brow. “Taylor Swift? Really?” Leo smirked like he knew exactly what he was doing. “Hey, I don’t control the radio. But if I did, I’d still play it. It’s a good song.” “You—” I pointed an accusing finger at him. “You s

Last Updated : 2025-06-21

Chapter Twenty Eight : The Summit Beckons

Celeste’s POV It’s strange how quiet peace can feel after chaos. Not empty. Just… calm. Like my body finally stopped holding its breath. It’s been several days since we left the lodge, and something in me feels lighter. Not entirely fixed—I don’t think I’m that naïve—but steadier. Stronger. Like the fear lost its grip somewhere between the sound of Leo’s voice and the smell of pine trees. Since he gave me back my phone, I haven’t received a single message. Not one. No unknown numbers, no threats, no cryptic images sent in the middle of the night. Nothing. Part of me wants to believe it’s over. That whoever was behind it got bored or gave up or realized I wasn’t going to run. Maybe they just wanted to scare me for a while. A cruel joke. A power trip. Whatever it was… it stopped. And I didn’t tell Leo. I still haven’t. I know how it sounds—reckless, maybe even stupid—but after everything we’ve been through, the last thing I want is to drag him into something that might

Last Updated : 2025-06-22

Chapter Twenty Nine:

Celeste’s POV The ping of an incoming email was the only sound in the room. I looked up from my laptop, blinking once, then twice, before dragging my eyes to the screen. For the past hour, the office had been filled only with the quiet rhythm of keys and the occasional soft shuffle of Leo flipping through a file. I hadn't even realized how focused I was until that sound broke the silence. My breath caught the moment I saw the subject line. SUMMIT OF TITANS – 2025 Official Challenge Briefing Package. It was here. I sat up straighter, heart fluttering as if I'd just been handed a sealed envelope laced with gold. “Leo,” I said quickly, glancing at him across the office. He was at his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, fingers curled around a pen he’d just been tapping against his chin. He looked up, alert. “Yeah?” “It’s here,” I said, turning my screen so he could see. “The challenge. The official task.” In three seconds, he was out of his chair and beside me. I cl

Last Updated : 2025-06-23

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