All Chapters of The CEO's Fake Girlfriend : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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131. Butter Cream

"A... what?" I stared at the golden key in my palm, my brain refusing to process what Lucien had just said."Your penthouse," his thumb brushed away a tear on my cheek. "I'll never forget those dreamy eyes whenever you talked about wanting your own penthouse.""Lucien, a penthouse costs—" I couldn't even finish. An impossible dream I'd mentioned to him on a whim. "I can't believe you even remembered.""I remember every single thing about you. Every wish, every word, every dream you've whispered to me. It's the least I can do to the woman who brought light to my darkness." His voice was velvet and steel. The key slipped from my fingers as I launched myself at him. My arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist, and I was bouncing, unable to contain the explosion of joy in my chest."Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" I kissed him everywhere I could reach. His cheek, his jaw, his temple, his lips. "You bought me a penthouse! An actual penthouse!"His laugh rumbled through his ch

132. Marry Me, Fiera?

The scent of cedar filled my nostrils as my eyes fluttered open. Lucien was still asleep beside me. Dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, lips slightly parted, one arm thrown across my waist even in sleep.God, he was beautiful.I couldn't resist. I pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, then his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. He stirred slightly but didn't wake. I smiled and carefully extracted myself from his grip, padding across the cool floor to the massive windows.The villa had stone walls, terracotta roof, surrounded by rolling hills dotted with olive trees. The sun was just beginning to rise, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. Vienna stretched out in the distance, a perfect blend of old-world charm and modern beauty.I didn't remember arriving here last night. Lucien must have carried my tired ass from the jet and car. Yesterday was perfect. The gifts, the penthouse, the surprise party, the flight here with his arms around me. This birthday would be impossible to to

133. Silk Ties

"Yes!" I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat with a joy so pure it felt electric. "Yes, a thousand times, yes!"I threw my arms around his neck, the force of my movement sending us both tumbling back onto the damp sand. Lucien’s laughter was a beautiful, jagged sound against my ear as he crushed me to him. He rolled us over until he was hovering above me, his charcoal doublet ruined by salt and silt, but his eyes—God, his eyes were more brilliant than the ring. He slid the band onto my finger, a heavy, perfect weight that anchored me to him forever."I have you," he murmured, his forehead resting against mine. "Finally, officially, you're mine."He hauled me up into his arms, spinning me around while my wet black skirts flailed like the wings of a raven. I was laughing so hard I didn't notice we weren't alone until a rhythmic clapping broke through the sound of the crashing waves."Bravo! About damn time, Hayes!"I froze, peering over Lucien’s shoulder. Standing a few yards awa

134. Fill Me Up

I finger-fucked her through the oversensitivity, and within seconds, she was climbing again. This time, when she came, the gush of liquid sprayed onto me and the sheets."Fuck," I breathed. "Did you just squirt for me, Fiera?" Her fluid was sweet and heavenly in my fingers. I could lick this all night She was sobbing now, tears leaking from beneath the blindfold. I tossed the toy out and climbed up her body, removing the blindfold so I could see her eyes. They were glazed, unfocused, pupils blown wide."Color?" I asked gently."Green," she cried. "Put that cock inside me."“Good girl.” Even though I knew she was ready for me, I kissed her inner thighs first, giving her a few moments to breathe before I positioned my cock, rubbing the head through her wetness. "You ready for me?""Fuck yes—" I pushed in inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. She was so tight, gripping me like she never wanted me to leave.When I was fully sheathed, I leaned down, holding her head with both hands

135. You're Under Arrest

"What did you just say?" I followed her gaze to a framed set of flash designs on the far wall.Camila's eyes were locked on a specific geometric pattern—an intricate, multi-sided seal that looked more like a corporate motherboard than art. She fumbled for her phone, her fingers moving with a frantic energy that made my gut twist."I need to check something. Just… give me a second."I watched her pull up Rhys Blackwood’s social media page. She started scrolling aggressively, her thumb a blur as she bypassed shots of tech setups and luxury cars."You’re scrolling through Blackwood's life with a lot of intensity, Fiera." My possessive streak was already flaring. "Is there a reason my fiancée is obsessing over Blackwood while we’re standing in a tattoo parlor?"She didn't even huff a laugh. She was focused, her eyes scanning every pixel until she suddenly froze. "There."She tapped on a photo posted nine months ago. Rhys was looking sharp in a grey suit, but she pinched the screen to zoom

136. Don't Leave Me, Camila

Camila's POVThe words hit my chest like a physical blow. My knees threatened to give up on me. A detective approached me with handcuffs."Lucien, what’s happening?" My voice didn't even sound like mine."Get your hands off her!" He shielded me. "I want to see a warrant.""Sir, I need you to step back or you'll be arrested for obstruction of justice. We have a direct order from the DA."My trembling hand found his arm. "Lucien." He looked at me, and the anguish in his golden eyes broke me further. His hands gripped my shoulders, his touch desperate."Don't say anything. Not a word until Park and Weiss gets there. Do you understand me? Nothing."I nodded, but my throat had closed up. Tears were already streaming down my face. The metallic ratcheting of the handcuffs behind me was the loudest thing I had ever heard. The cold steel bit into my wrists, a sharp contrast to the warmth of Lucien’s hand just seconds ago. "Lucien!" I called out, but a car door slammed, cutting off the sound o

137. Fuck You, Rafael

I waited for her to take it back, to tell me she was just overwhelmed, but she didn’t. Instead, Camila did something that hurt worse than a scream. She smiled. Even as tears tracked down my face, even as my chest felt like it was caving in, she stood there with that gentle, sad smile that made everything worse. "Stop it," I choked out. "Stop smiling at me like that." But she didn't stop. She just kept looking at me with those green eyes full of love and conviction, and it made the tears well faster. When last did I cry like this? Ten years? Fifteen? But here I was, falling apart in a police interrogation room because the woman I loved was choosing prison over me. "How am I supposed to be fine, Camila? How am I supposed to face a world that doesn't have you in it? Am I supposed to go back to the penthouse and sleep in a bed that smells like you while you’re spending the night on a cot in a cramped cell?" She stepped closer, but I backed away, my heart hammering against my ribs.

138. The Guy From Morocco

"What the hell?"Still processing what I was seeing, another message appeared. "Check your phone."The device in my pocket started vibrating immediately. No caller ID, but I answered.Cold laughter. That was the first thing I heard, not an introduction, nor an explanation. "She should have chosen better," the voice dripped with amusement. "But I suppose that's what happens when you let your gullible heart make decisions for you.""Who the fuck is this?" I slammed my hand onto the desk."Oh, Lucien. You know exactly who this is. I'm the man who truly deserves Camila. The one who's been watching over her, protecting her, loving her from the shadows while you played your little billionaire games. And what did I get for my devotion? Rejection. A punch to the face. Public humiliation."My blood froze. "Rhys.""Finally catching up, are we?" His laugh returned, biting my ears. "And to answer your next question, no, I'm not from Morocco. I'm right here in New York, sitting in a place you'll

139. How Dare You Accuse Me

"You think you've won something?" I grabbed him by the collar and hauled him up, slamming my fist into his face. Blood sprayed across the floor. "You think sending her to prison makes you victorious?"His laughter was wet and gurgling, but it didn't stop. "I've already won. You're here beating me instead of being with her.""You violated her privacy," Punch, "You made her feel unsafe," punch, "you masturbated to her picture...""And it felt amazing—" my fist cut off his stinky words. I hit him again and again. My knuckles split open, blood mixing with his on my hands, but I couldn't stop. Every word he'd said about Camila, every violation, every sick confession fueled the violence pouring out of me."Apologize, now!' I growled."Fuck, no." He spat blood at my feet.I drove my fist into his ribs. Something cracked. He wheezed but kept laughing."Go ahead. Beat me to death. It won't change anything. Camila's still in that cell, and that's almost better than having her myself.""Shut you

140. The Price Of Freedom

Camila's POVEvery time I shifted on the bench, the metal handcuff chain clinked against the bar. It constantly reminded me that I wasn't dreaming. The holding cell smelled like shit, and the fluorescent lights never turned off completely.I didn't sleep. How could I, when every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucien's face as he walked away from me? The tears in his eyes. The way his shoulders had tensed when I smiled at him. The sound of the door closing behind him like a final goodbye.He hadn't come back. Not last night, not this morning. No calls, no messages through Rosalind, and my chest ached with a different kind of pain than the fear of prison. This was the pain of losing him. Of choosing something he couldn't understand and watching it break us apart."Sterling." An officer appeared at the cell door. "You've got visitors."I stood on shaky legs, my body stiff from the uncomfortable bench. They led me to a small room where Damon stood with Silas, Seraphina, and Rosalind. The

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