Semua Bab The CEO's Fake Girlfriend : Bab 101 - Bab 110

The name sat between us like a dare. Camila shook her head. “I still don’t believe it’s him. If anything, my gut says Edmund. You know all the creepy things he did. Also, he's a techie.” I watched the line of her jaw tighten. “Whatever theory you’re building around Damon? Drop it. Don’t mention him being the stalker again.” “I hope I’m wrong,” I told her. “For your sake.” The next few days were something almost normal, if you ignored the fact that we were waiting for a traitor to hand us the evidence to bury my brother. Camila settled into her new remote job—business analyst for some ecommerce startup. Mornings, she and Maya took short walks around the block before diving into their laptops. Sometimes I’d be on a call, glance at my screen, and see a blurry photo from Camila: Maya laughing under a streetlamp, or a stray cat that somehow reminded her of me. Afternoons, Damon would swing by for “accidental” lunch near her place. Photos followed those too. Coffee cups, half‑eaten san

A bitter laugh burned the back of my throat. “You know that’s a hell of a thing to say about someone who’s dead, right?” “It’s a hell of a thing to live through.” Anger rushed up fast. “Clara was miserable and cruel and unstable, I know that. But that’s postpartum. That’s depression. She sacrificed everything for me, to give me a life, to make you a father, and you walked away. Now you get to stand here in your beautiful house and call her an abuser?” “I never cheated on her. Not before the marriage ended. I knew Seraphina, yes—but as a colleague. The twins aren’t my biological children.” Now my thoughts snagged. “They’re not yours?” “No. I didn’t leave because I wanted a new family. I left because I’d been living in a war zone for years and she refused any kind of help. I know you witnessed and remember some events.” They were crystal clear in my head. Clara shouting until her voice went raw, plates slamming into the sink, doors banging, the constant accusation in her eyes whe

Lucien's POVI grabbed her hand the moment she wanted to charge at Nadia who had turned away again. My grip on her wrist was firm but careful. Her pulse beat hard against my fingers. “She’s walking away like she did nothing!” Camila snapped, her chest rising and falling fast. “She helped ruin my life and can’t even say sorry?” I stepped closer, using my body to block her line of sight to Nadia’s retreating figure. “Look at me, Fiera.” Her eyes dragged up to mine, bright with anger and hurt. “An apology from someone like her is nothing. We'll deal with her, I promise you.” "But I don't want to deal with her! I don't want a messy battle. I just... I just want a goddamned apology. I want her to go on her knees and beg for my forgiveness for fuck's sake!" Her lower lip trembled after those last words and I pulled her to my chest.I said nothing and held her tight while she breathed hard, until they evened and she wrapped her small hands around my waist.“Come on,” I murmured. “Let’s

She nodded breathlessly and my chest tightened. The trust and love in her eyes. The surrender.I lined myself up again and pushed in just an inch, then leaned down to kiss her. The motion drove me deeper, my hips settling against hers, and suddenly I was buried to the hilt."Lucien..." Her moan poured directly into my ear, high and broken and perfect. Her nails dug into my back, body arching up into mine like she wanted to fuse us together. I felt her everywhere. Around me, beneath me, consuming me.As she adjusted, I kissed her deeply. Her chest heaved against mine, every breath ragged. I could feel her heart hammering against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own."You're overdressed," I murmured against her mouth, pulling back slightly. "I don't like it."I braced my weight on one arm and held her steady with the other while she fumbled with her top, pulling it up and over her head. Her bra was discarded next and finally I could ravish those sexy little nipples.When I le

"Oh my God..."I’d heard that particular pitch before, usually when she stubbed her toe or watched a really good kissing scene.Just… never like this, this drawn‑out, breathy edge that made my ears go hot. Lucien’s jaw flexed. “Rafael was in there when we left.” We stared at the door of 4D like it might explode. Another cry slipped out, softer but still absolutely none of our business. Lucien grabbed my wrist and tugged me back a step. “We’re leaving.” “Yep,” I breathed. “Retreating. Tactical retreat.” We moved down the hall fast, suddenly way too aware of how thin those walls probably were. My face was burning. By the time we got inside my apartment, I shut the door and leaned back against it, torn between laughing and screaming into a pillow. Lucien dropped onto the couch and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Well. That’s… new.” “I live with her,” I groaned. “She tells me everything. How did I miss this?” "You didn't. There was nothing to miss. I know for a fact they weren’t s