All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S TEMPORARY FIANCÉE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chloe Quinn I wasn’t expecting any comment on my dress, everyone in the house looked elegant and one thing about rich people they make it look casual. My dress was a drop dead gorgeous dress but when I entered the house, it became like the rest. Jake’s mother came close to me, observing me like a queen staring on an object, I felt her sharp eyes on every part she landed them on. “You’re even gorgeous up close.” She said softly and elegantly “And what a rock? I never knew that Jake had this amazing taste.” She said looking at the ring on my finger. “Im always extra when it comes to my heart,” he said patting my back gently. I smiled. “How come Jake has never mentioned about you before?” She asked almost suspiciously. “Well, we thought that privacy would have been very important for our relationship, you know how the press can be.” “Absolutely, privacy that’s something our family values deeply.” “Exactly.” Jake said. “You remind me of your father so much.” Said his

The evening was drenched in gold. We arrived at David Wolfe foundation anniversary in a slick black car that looked like it has never seen a drop of rain. Jake held my hand, his other pressing gently on my back. we stepped into a carpet. The flashes hit us instantly camera bulb popping like fire works. I blinked through t the blinding lights, smile frozen in place. “Keep it natural.” He whispered curling his fingers around mine. Then his voice shifted. “Fuck!” He muttered under his breath sharp low. It was the first time I’d heard him curse. I followed his gaze. There he was David Wolfe.. “Well,well.” He drawled a wolffish smirk playing on his lips. “Look who is here! Jake and his fiancée fiancée charming.” “Happy anniversary.” Jake said evenly. “Don’t be hilarious.” David turned his eyes on me. Cold. Calculating.” And you my lady?” “Im alright.”I replied holding my glass a little tighter. “ enjoying the moment?” “Absolutely.” “Chloe?” “Mackenzie, Chloe

CHAPTER SIX I stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms folded over my chest over my chest, watching Jake casually finish off his cheesecake like we didn’t have an entire storm still lingering between us. Like I embarrassed myself few days ago and it was so brave of me to stand in front of him.“I want us to go to the park Chloe, I am not going at the office today.”“The park?” I repeated, unsure if I was questioning his sanity or my own. “Jake, I still feel awkward from that night.”He glanced up, his beautiful eyes softening. “You are silly.”“Silly?” I asked, voice sharper than intended. “Some bonding exercise in the trees? Are we going to sit and talk about our feelings?”“Do you have any feelings you want to talk about?”He set his fork down slowly. “You have been inside for three days. You barely eat unless Rosa forces you. I just thought some fresh air might help. That’s all.I hated that he sounded sure and sincere. I hated even more part of me wanted to believe him.“I am not

Chapter eight The minute I stepped into the hospital lobby. I felt like I had walked into a spa for millionaires. The air smelled like lavender and money. Everything gleamed glass, marble, light fixtures ai modern they probably cost more than my old apartment. There was a water fountain in the middle of the lobby that rippled so dedicatedly I wondered if I had been choreographed.Jake had moved Sarah few days ago, claiming the old hospital’s equipment was “outdated and tragic.” His exact words.I hadn’t even know places like this existed unless you were on Tv or some reality show.I took the elevator up to the fifth where Sarah was staying. Private room. Ocean views it made me realize that I have probably living in the other part of New York the whole time. The door opened the door to her was slightly ajar. I peeked in.My mom was sitting beside Sarah’s bed, holding her and humming something softly. Sarah had a fuzzy blanket pulled up to her chest and was half awake, her cheeks a li

Jake’s POVThe morning sun spilled golden light across the marble floors of the east drawing room. My mother never called it the living room, Yoo pedestrian, she said. Everything here gleamed polished mahogany, curated art pieces, gold tipped vases. It screamed old money just like her.I sat on the edge of a plush, sipping coffee from fine bone china, pretending I didn’t notice the silence stretching between the two woman seated across from me like bookends of judgement.Jessica twirled a spoon in her tea, long legs tucked beneath her cashmere wrap. “So,” she said lightly, Yoo lightly, “how’s your fiancée?”Here we go.“She’s fine,” I said keeping my tone casual. “Getting settled.”Mom arched one perfectly shaped brow, her diamond earrings catching the light like a threat. “And where did you say she was from again?”“I didn’t,” I replied with a tight smile. “ But she’s originally from Queens.”Jessica’s nose crinkled. “Queens?” She echoed like it was a foreign country. “As in outer bo