Did I Steal My Fiancé’s Ex Identity のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Lisa's PovCurtis’s manager cleared his throat and went back to his notes.We continued the meeting. We agreed on the terms for the art piece. We moved on to the creative parts of the project. Curtis wanted something bold but grounded, something that blended texture and light. It was challenging but exciting. I explained how the installation could use reflective paint and layered materials to bring out movement in the camera shots.He listened with real interest. “That sounds perfect. I want the visuals to stand out, not look like another overproduced backdrop.”“I can do that,” I said. “It just needs time and the right workspace.”Mara nodded. “She’ll get whatever she needs. The gallery will support production.”Curtis smiled at that, glancing at me again. “You’re lucky to have someone like Mara.”“I know,” I said honestly.Mara’s eyes softened at that, even if only for a second.The discussion went on for almost an hour. We talked about schedules, location access, and confidentiali

Lisa’s POVIt was finally happening!The auction event was here, and the charity auction was in full swing. The gallery was packed with people in expensive clothes, camera flashes, and perfume.I tried to stay in the background, carrying trays of glasses and checking name tags. I kept looking at the door, hoping to see Andre. He had promised to come, but he was not here yet.Everyone looked polished, excited, ready to spend. I kept my head down, making sure the display tables were neat and the art tags were in place.Riley and Max were handling guest coordination near the entrance, while Mara stood by the podium, already in her element. She loved these kinds of nights. I wasn’t nervous about the event itself. I was nervous because of one name on the guest list.Diane Carter.Mara’s voice pulled me back to the present. She was talking to a group of sponsors near the front, smiling.I tried to focus on setting the next round of items for display, but I kept glancing toward the door

Andre's POVMy flight was delayed. And that was the last thing I needed!I sat on the plane, feeling helpless. Lisa had called me and asked for my help. I wanted to be there for her. I needed to be there to make sure Diane did not hurt her.I had planned it all out so carefully. Land, head straight to the gallery, make sure Diane didn’t try anything stupid with Lisa, then be back on the next flight to Florida before dawn. But of course, plans never worked out when you wanted them to.The first delay came at check-in. Then a storm warning grounded us for another two hours.Why was Diane even going to the event?Why would she be going?It didn’t make sense. She never cared for charity unless it served her purpose. And since Lisa was involved, I knew there had to be a reason behind it.By the time the plane finally took off, I was already restless. I kept checking my phone, even though I knew there was no network available. I thought about that the whole flight. It could not be

Diane’s POV I had planned my entrance down to the last detail, from the black dress to the diamond pin on my hair. I wanted to make sure everyone noticed when I walked in. Especially her.The gallery looked beautiful, I had to admit. Mara had taste. The crowd was exactly what I expected: old money, new money, and people desperate to show they had money. Some of them were trying to suck up to me cus they knew my dad was running for mayor. A few women tried to compliment me, but their eyes told a different story. Their envy was obvious. I looked beautiful afterall.But I wasn’t here for them. I was here for Lisa.I hadn’t seen her yet, but I knew she would be somewhere in the crowd. She couldn’t hide forever. She worked for Mara, and Mara was the host. I knew how these events went. Eventually, everyone important had to step up.Then I saw Lisa. She was scurrying around like a nervous little mouse, helping with the event.I smiled.I watched her all night. She was clearly tryin

Andre’s POV"Is that why you called?” I asked my mother.“Are you back in town?” she asked. Her tone was sharp but calm, like she was trying too hard to sound casual.“Yeah,” I said, keeping my eyes on the road. “What do you want?”“You could start by speaking to your mother with some respect,” she said, her voice tightening. “Is that too hard for you?”I sighed and turned the volume on the car stereo down. “I’m driving. Just get to the point.”She went quiet for a moment. I knew she was offended. Then she said, “Your father and I are celebrating our thirty-fifth anniversary next weekend. I assume you’re coming. A small dinner. At the house.”I felt a headache coming. “Okay… and?”This was the last thing I needed. “Andre!”“I mean… what does that have to do with me?”I kept driving toward Lisa’s apartment.She gasped dramatically. “Andre, we are your parents. Of course, it has everything to do with you. You will be there, Andre.”“I’m not coming,” I said. “I’ve got a lot going on.”