Todos los capítulos de THE BILLIONAIRE LAST LIE : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

" Eva Monroe Point Of View'' Gracie’s Diner had that unmistakable scent of burnt bacon mixed with a hint of despair.I slid a chipped mug across the counter and set down a plate of eggs that looked like they’d been through a battle and come out worse for wear. “Hash browns, no onions. Eggs, dead. That’s what you asked for, right?”The guy gave me a grunt and a thumbs-up without even looking up from his newspaper. Fine. I didn’t need the thanks. I just needed tips. Rent was overdue. Again.My phone buzzed in my apron pocket. I knew the number before I looked—Ridgewood Medical Center.My chest tightened as I ducked behind the coffee machine. “Is it Liam?”The nurse sighed. “His fever’s climbing again. We might need to change his medication. Insurance hasn’t approved the new one.”Of course they hadn’t. Insurance companies were the devil in pressed suits.“Keep him cool. “I’ll… I’ll figure something out.” I hung up before she could ask if I was okay. Truth is, I wasn’t. Not even close.

Eva Point Of View'' I gripped the pen as if it were about to snap at me. The weight of it surprised me—sleek, heavy, real gold. It felt like a weapon dressed as luxury."Initial here," Felix said, tapping the first page. "And here. And here."I scanned the paragraphs again, though my eyes burned and my brain already ached from the legalese. Most of it boiled down to this: pretend to be Cassian Vale’s fiancée for one year. Attend functions. Appear in photos. Behave like a woman in love with a dying billionaire.Do not speak to the press. Do not breach confidentiality. Do not, under any circumstance, fall apart.I signed.Each letter sealed something inside me—freedom, maybe. Or morality. Or just the last of my own name.Felix gathered the papers like he’d done this a hundred times. Maybe he had. He didn’t look like a man unfamiliar with lies."You’ll be moved in tonight. We’ll arrange transport for your things—""I don’t have things," I said flatly.He paused. Then nodded. "Right. A c

"Eva Monroe's Point Of View'' I wore a baseball cap pulled low and used the rear entrance of Ridgewood Medical like I’d done a dozen times before. No paparazzi. No curious nurses snapping photos. No one is asking, "Aren’t you Cassian Vale’s fiancée?"I was just Eva again. Or Evelyn, depending on how far back you wanted to go.The name on the visitor sheet said Marla Keene. An alias I’d been using since I fled Boston. Since the trial. Since the night everything burned.The nurse didn’t even glance up as she handed me the visitor badge. “Room 708. Still stable. He had a good night.”I nodded, throat tight.Liam. My baby brother.The only person I hadn’t lied to.As I strolled down the hallway, the flickering fluorescent lights overhead and the coffee-stained tiles beneath my feet created a familiar backdrop. The sharp smell of antiseptic always transported me back to those hospital waiting rooms I’d sat in across various cities and states, each memory blending into the next.Back then,

" Eva Monroe's Point Of View'' The silence in the mansion wasn’t peaceful. It buzzed softly, a low, steady hum that lingered beneath the marble and gold—like there was something off with the wiring, as if the entire house might short-circuit if someone flipped the wrong switch. I sat alone in the dining room, surrounded by an abundance of chairs but lacking any warmth. The roasted lamb on my plate had turned cold, yet I forced myself to take a bite, just to have something in my stomach. No one joined me. No one ever did. I could hear laughter coming from upstairs. Probably Harper. I didn’t even bother to wonder if I was the punchline again. As I walked past the living room, I came to a sudden halt. Cassian was lounging by the fireplace, stretched out on the leather chaise, with an empty glass hanging loosely from his fingers. The scotch bottle lay tipped over on the rug, oozing amber liquid like blood. The flames flickered across his face, creating sharp shadows that made him a

"Eva Monroe's Point Of View'' I wrapped the scarf snugly around my neck, pulled my sunglasses down over my nose, and made my way through the hospital’s side entrance. The fluorescent lights buzzed above me, flickering like they were trying to send a message. My boots squeaked against the shiny floor as I hurried along, keeping my head down, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. I really shouldn’t be here. Security cameras were everywhere, but I kept to the blind spots I’d memorized from the blueprints Cassian once left open on his office screen. I was aware of how paranoid he was about surveillance; I just hadn’t realized I would be the one sneaking past it. The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped inside. Fourth floor—Liam’s floor. My burner phone buzzed in my coat pocket, prompting me to duck into a linen closet across the hallway before answering. “Eva?” Liam’s voice crackled on the line. Tired. Faint. But his. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Hey, you