All Chapters of Don't fall for your fake husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

-CHRIS- It's snowing in Salzburg. Through the frosty window, people in heavy wool coats could be seen walking beneath the soft snowfall falling incessantly, covering the ground with a white blanket. Although it was a chilly winter night, the inviting Austrian restaurant exuded warmth. The atmosphere was cozy, blending old wooden beams with contemporary furniture pieces. "Have you been there?" I was snapped out of my daydream by Max Greenwald. He is the CEO of Deinlager, the company for which we're going to build a distribution center. I came to meet him to secure more projects in the US. Did I really need to come to Austria? No, but that's my excuse. "Sorry. Been where?" I asked, without remembering a thing he said for the past fifteen minutes. I could blame the long flight, the jet leg, or even the board meeting. But the truth is that I can't stop thinking about Nina. "That's the Hohensalzburg Fortress. You can see it up on the hill," he said, gesturing towards t

*Warning: Explicit content -NINA- I was trying to open Chris’ pants when his hands stopped me. "Not today, baby." He was hovering over me, leaning on his arms. "Why not? You don’t want to?" "More than anything. But I didn’t pack any condoms. But don’t worry, we have plenty of time. Now that I have you back in my life, I'll never let you go." he whispered in my ear before covering every surface of my neck with delicious kisses. "Chris…" I was trying to talk, but his wicked mouth was distracting me. My body was covered in goose bumps and my n.ipples were so hard they were about to tear my bra. "Hmmm?" He mumbled as his hands were roaming on the side of my breasts, his thumbs circling my peaks. "Have you ever worn a condom?" I murmured softly, my brain foggy with lust, my eyes fluttered. "Of course, why?" I couldn’t believe what I was about to say. "I'm on the pill. And I want to feel you without any layer between us." "F.uck, Nina. Are you sure?" His eyes widened

-NINA- "I loved this gray tile you chose for our backsplash. I have to say, I had some doubts when you showed me the sample, but now I'm glad you convinced me, Harper." Sienna was leaning over the kitchen counter, running her hand over the tiles on the wall. A few weeks had passed since my return from Austria. Chris and I had an incredible time in Vienna. The city is stunning, a paradise for architectural enthusiasts. We even squeezed in time to enjoy a Mozart concert in the Schönbrunn Palace's Orangery. After our return home, I dove headfirst into my new project at work. It's been a tiring, yet amazing experience. The real challenge has been juggling work and personal life, which involves not just Chris, but also my side project as Sienna's architect. Today Harper and I were visiting Sienna's place. The renovation work was nearly complete, and the space looked stunning. The apartment layout had become much more functional, accentuating the bu

-CHRIS- "You want what?" Alberto's eyes locked onto mine, brimming with fury. "I don't think I heard you right." Holding his gaze, I spoke clearly, "I want to seek your blessing and marry your daughter." From now on, I'll be with Nina, and nothing will ever stop me. With eyes wide open and eyebrows furrowed, he threw his arms up in the air, utterly incredulous. "Ma sei pazzo? Are you crazy?" "Yes, I am. I’m crazy about Nina and I want her to be my wife." I kept my voice steady, so he could be sure how serious I was. Nina's father is a kind and honest man. When you're on his good side, it's fantastic. However, if you cross his family, he becomes like an enraged bear, capable of tearing you apart in an instant. Right now he's terrifying. And I don't care. I want her. I need her. And I'll do everything to make it happen. Even if it means getting punched in the face by a middle-aged Italian. "Let me get this straight. I wel

-CHRIS- Returning to the house in Napa Valley where I spent my childhood after such a long time felt strange. Just a few days ago, I left Nina in Italy and flew back to the US. After handling the most pressing issues in New York, it was time to shift my attention to the more significant matters. That means making Nina my wife as soon as possible. When she comes home next week, everything needs to be ready for the proposal. Since the engagement ring plays a very significant part, it needs special attention. And I wanted to give my mom's ring to Nina. That explains why I crossed the country to go back to the house where I grew up, the place I had so many horrible memories. All of my mom's jewelry is securely kept in a safe in our family manor. The house remains untouched, just as she left it, with her clothes still hanging in her closet. My uncle hasn't moved a single item. Although I understand this may not be a weird move, it didn't seem right to touch her personal bel