All Chapters of The CEO's Fake Girlfriend : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The creep hit the floor hard. Blood splattered across the tiles, dark under the strobe lights. People screamed. The crowd broke apart in panicked waves as security rushed in.The masked man turned toward me.Only his eyes were visible, dark and unfamiliar. He was tall, lean, dressed in all black like he stepped out of the shadows on purpose. As he adjusted his cap, the neck of his shirt shifted and I caught a quick glimpse of a tattoo. Sorta geometric, like a broken circuit or shattered glass. And a silver necklace with a multi-sided pendant that spun once before dropping back against his chest.He held my eyes for three slow breaths. Then he slipped into the crowd before security held onto him.“Come on!” Maya yanked my arm. “Before they start asking questions.”My legs moved on instinct. Behind us, I heard security shouting orders and the creep groaning. Cold air slapped my face when we stepped outside. My hands shook. Adrenaline still rushed through my veins.Zara, Jen, and Chris b

Saturday, 6 PM. Two hours until I had to face him.I sat at my vanity, hands steadier than they should be. The makeup went on like war paint. Dramatic smoky eyes. Red lips the color of fresh wounds. My hair was swept up and pinned elegantly with two loose tendrils framing my face.I stepped into the white dress I got. A structured satin that caught the light, featuring a high square neckline that covered everything while somehow being provocative. The back was completely open, a square of bare skin from my shoulders to the base of my spine. Boob tape kept my boobs in place beneath the fabric that molded to my body like it had been painted on.I didn't look like just any wedding guest. I looked like a dangerous guest."Holy shit." Maya stood in the doorway, eyes wide. "You look incredible.""And like I'm making a statement.""Exactly." She walked in, circling me. "You're telling everyone in that room that you're not hiding, nor ashamed, nor broken.""I might be all three of those thing

He turned me around and my back slammed lightly against the doorframe. One hand cupped my face, the other clamped around my waist. His mouth was hot and desperate on mine, tasting like whiskey and fury, making my knees want to give out. I didn’t hesitate. All the anger, hurt, and longing I’d been trying to choke down poured straight into the kiss. My hands fisted in his tuxedo jacket, needing him closer to erase every second we'd been apart.He swallowed all my gasps, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. My back pressed harder against the door frame. His body was hot against mine, and I felt his heart pounding as fast as my own.When we broke apart, our breaths were ragged, foreheads pressed together, noses touching.“Sorry,” I whispered and swallowed. “For the lipstick. It tastes gross and now it’s all over—” “If it’s yours, I’ll wear it. Everywhere.” Heat shot through me so fast I forgot how to breathe.He reached behind me and opened the door, pulling me inside. The lock click

He looked at me like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted. His thumbs traced slow circles into the skin of my thighs like he was grounding himself. Want mixed with restraint in his eyes, something darker sitting just beneath it. “Patience, mi Fiera,” he said lowly, “when I fuck you again, it won't be rushed. It won't be hidden. I'll have you in my bed, spread for me, where I can spend hours making you fall apart. Tonight, we go back out and finish this." My body reacted before my brain did. Heat. Frustration. And anticipation, sharp and bright, because restraint like this meant our next time would be perfect. He helped me down from the desk. My legs shook, and his hands slid to my waist at once. “Easy,” he murmured. Then he smoothed my dress back down. I could feel the warmth in my face, the way my body still hummed. “Perfect,” he said, and kissed my forehead. “You’re the one with my lipstick all over you.” His mouth curved. That familiar, smug satisfaction flashed in his eyes

LUCIEN“Jessica and Lily should land in Zurich in about two hours.”Rafael stood in front of my desk, hands in his pockets. I rolled the passports between my fingers. Two small booklets. Two problems I’d pushed an ocean away.I crossed to the wall safe, entered the first code and metal clicked. Inside sat a second safe. Another code, then the passports went in with the documents I wasn’t ready to destroy yet.“If Nadia actually betrays Ronan,” Rafael said, “and it helps Camila’s case, what happens with Jessica?”I returned to my seat. The question had been chewing at the back of my skull all morning. If Nadia came through, I could finish Ronan and take the knife off Camila's throat, but Elysium would still be chained to Don’s clause. No loophole yet. “Are you asking if I’d walk away from the inheritance?” “Lucien, I'm asking why you're staying married to Jessica. For the sixty billion, or so you can burn it to the ground once it’s yours.” I swiveled the chair toward the window.