Todos los capítulos de 365 Days With My Fake Husband : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Jessica couldn't sleep the night after Romeo proposed not because she didn't want to marry him, but because this time, it would be real. No contracts, no cameras, no timeline, Just her heart and his. It terrified her. The morning air in the penthouse felt unusually soft. For once, no tension. No Juliet storming in with news. No Godwin threats, Just quiet. Romeo was already up, standing on the balcony, watching the city like he was memorizing it. Jessica stepped out, her robe brushing against her ankles. "I said something crazy yesterday", he said without turning. "You asked me to marry you", she replied. "Yeah. That". He finally looked at her. "Was it too much?" Jessica shrugged, stepping beside him. "A little. But...... I've had worse proposals". Romeo chuckled and it was real this time,not forced. He turned to face her completely. "I mean it. I don't know how much time i have, Jess. But i know i don't want to waste any of it pretending anymore". That was the fi

The contract Juliet drafted was barely a day old, but already, the press was twisting it into headlines Jessica wasn't a ready for. "From Waitress to Power Wife"... "The Cinderella Deal"... "Does She really Love Him?"She stared at the screen in silence as Romeo walked into the room, towel around his neck, fresh from the gym. He noticed the tension instantly."Something wrong?"Jessica turned the tablet toward him. "They think I'm after your money".He glanced at the headlines and shrugged, "Let them""That doesn't bother you?"Romeo sat beside her and leaned back, "I've been accused of worse, The truth is, they'd hate you no matter what you did, if you smiled too much, they'd say it's fake. If you sneeze, they'll write a story",Jessica let out a dry laugh. " So i should just accept it?""No", He turned toward her. "You should own it,She blinked. "What does that mean?""Let's make a move that

Jessica lay frozen on the bed, the ceiling above her spinning in slow, quiet circles. Her heart thudded heavily against her ribs. She had snapped at Romeo - pushed him away when all he offered was kindness. But it hadn't felt like kindness in the moment. It had felt like betrayal. The image of him smiling at that woman - laughing, leaning in just a little too close - played over and over in her mind. She hated it. She hated herself for letting it bother her this much. Maybe you're just scared, her thoughts whispered. Scared of getting hurt again. Scared that every soft thing would turn sharp if she allowed herself to believe in love too soon. Her chest ached - not just from jealousy, but from uncertainty. Doubt was louder than any excuse she could've made for him. A queit knock broke the silence in her head. She sat up fast, eyes on the door.Nothing. No voice. No second knock. Just..... silence.Je

Jessica lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The warmth of Romeo's embrace still lingered on her skin, but her heart refused to settle. Peace had returned - on the surface. Yet inside, questions stirred like embers refusing to die. She turned to look at Romeo, who had fallen asleep beside her on the couch after they both drifted off while talking. His face looked so calm, so sincere. But that was the problem. He looked like someone she should trust. But her heart wasn't ready to let it's gurd down again. Carefully, she slipped out from under the blanket and tiptoed to the kitchen, needing something anything to anchor her restless mind. A glass of water. A breath of air. As she leaned against the sink, her phone buzzed on the counter. A message from an unknown number lit up the screen. "Still with him? Some people never learn ". Her blood turned turned to ice. Jessica's fingers trembled as she opened the message. No name. No context. Just a bitter warning. Her first instinct

But rebuilding wasn't the same as forgetting. Days passed, queit and careful, like walking on shattered glass. Jessica tried tried not to overthink the late night calls Romeo still got from work, and Romeo tried to be more present, less guarded. It wasn't perfect. But it was progress. Until that morning. Jessica stood at the kitchen sink, the smell of fresh coffee filling the air. Romeo hadn't come home last night not until just an hour ago. He claimed it was work, a crisis with a client. But he hadn't called. Hadn't texted. She stared out the window, her mind looping questions she was too tired to ask again. Romeo entered, rubbing his face and looking worn. "Hey", he murmured. She turned slowly. "Morning". There was tension in the air, thick and sharp. He moved to pour himself coffee, avoiding her eyes. "Rough night. Sorry i didn't call". "I know", he