All Chapters of The CEO's Fake Girlfriend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Today is the day I make the devil notice me. Or better yet, get stuck with me. God, I hate him. I hate his perfectly pressed suits. I hate how he walks like he owns every molecule of air in this building. I hate his cold stares that make grown executives stammer like kindergarteners. If I had three wishes, I'd wish for financial security, better dancing skills for Maya, and... well, I'd spare him the third one. I might've wished his dick shrank and made every woman on Earth repulsive to him, but he's not even the womanizing type. The bastard's too busy being a heartless machine to chase skirts. Two weeks I had been in this damn cafeteria, serving soup, biting my tongue and swallowing every curse word that clawed at my throat whenever his face showed up on the company monitors. But today, I attacked. The health inspection team had arrived twenty minutes ago and were already poking around the kitchen with their frowns of disapproval. They were there because of countless anonymous

It was nine when I parked my car at the end of Ronan's long, winding driveway. I could have driven right up to the main entrance, but something in me resisted giving him that satisfaction. Let him wait extra two minutes while I walked. "Small rebellions were all you have left," I told myself. I hated this place. I hated that I knew exactly how many steps it took to reach the oversized front door. I hated that the security system recognized my face, granting me access with a soft beep that felt more like a prison door locking behind me. Inside, the air hit me first—that distinct blend of expensive cigars, wood polish, and something else I couldn't name. Power, maybe. I followed the familiar path through the foyer, past the pretentious art pieces Ronan probably couldn't name if asked. My heart hammered against my ribs, but I forced my breathing to stay even. Never let him see weakness. That was the first rule of surviving Ronan Hayes. "Ughh..." I sighed silently the moment

Lucien's POV "What was that supposed to mean?" I remained composed, my expression the exact look Rafael alongside my PR team had drilled into me for tonight; Part possessive alpha male, part lovesick fool who couldn’t live without his woman. A man reclaiming what was his after being publicly dumped. If only she would stop looking at me like she wanted to stab me with the nearest champagne flute. "What don’t you understand, Ms. Sterling?" I talked lowly, aware of the curious glances circling us. "Why the hell you kissed me, for starters." She spat the words, not attempting to hide her disdain. I grabbed her hand before she could pull away, bringing it slowly to my face. Her fingers were stiff, but I pressed them against my cheek anyway, planting a kiss on her palm. Her skin smelled faintly of vanilla. "Is it a crime to kiss my girlfriend in public?" I asked, loud enough for nearby eavesdroppers to hear. Her green eyes glinted fiercely, and her fingers twitched agains

By 5:30, I was still pacing our apartment, hair thrown into a bun after running frustrated hands through it too many times. My phone remained silent, its blank screen mocking my earlier confidence. "He's not coming," I finally admitted aloud. Maya looked up from her textbook. "Maybe the driver is just running late?" "Six hours late?" I laughed bitterly. "No. He... dumped me." "You could just go to the Hayes building," Edmund suggested from our tiny kitchen where he was making tea. "Show up at his office." "And what? Beg for his attention?" I shook my head. "After I ran my mouth like that? No way." The thought of walking into Hayes Corp, past security, past all those judging eyes, just to end up groveling at Lucien's feet made my stomach turn. I'd rather starve. By 6 pm, even my stubbornness had to face reality. Maya returned from the nearby coffee shop, handing me leftover pastries and sympathy. "Nothing?" she asked, though my face told her everything. "Nothing." I s

I dropped to the ground and curled into myself, waiting for the pain, the blood, anything that told me I'd been shot, but there was nothing except my own heartbeat hammering in my ears. I stood shakily, hearing ragged breaths, and saw a chained woman with a shaved head, bra top, torn jeans, and bleeding cuts, a bullet wound in her shoulder. The bullet hadn't been for me. I turned back to Ronan, my mouth dry. "What... is this?" He was sitting now, Miss Grey standing beside him and holding a gun. His eyes didn't move in my direction. "Come here." I hesitated, looking back at the woman. "Now, Camila. Kneel." I moved to him and lowered myself beside his chair. Ronan made a gesture, and two men stepped forward with metal pipes in their hands. They approached the chained woman and without warning, began striking her legs, her stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut, but Ronan's fingers suddenly dug into the back of my neck, forcing my head up. "Eyes open," he hissed. "Watc