All Chapters of Faked to Perfection : Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

- Adelaine’s POV -My heart was thundering as Dante led me across the ballroom. Every pair of eyes was fixed on us, not in mild curiosity, but stunned, reverent disbelief. The whispers started before we even reached the centre of the room, soft at first, then rippling louder, laced with questions. “Is that… Dante Moreau?” “She’s been hiding him this whole time?” “No one’s ever seen him with a woman—” Dante’s touch at the small of my back was barely there, but grounding. He moved like he belonged, not just in the room, but in my life. Collected. Cold. Infinitely controlled. He didn’t even blink at the spectacle we’d become. I, on the other hand, felt dangerously close to vomiting my insides out. “What exactly are you doing?” I whispered, barely turning my head. “Better question,” he murmured back, “is what you just did. I’m impressed.” “You’re not going to blow this up?” His mouth quirked into something between a smirk and a threat. “Sweetheart, you just paraded me th

- Adelaine’s POV -Coming home always felt like stepping back into a cage. Every wall held a memory I’d rather forget: my mother’s whispered apologies, bruises buried under designer sleeves, dinners where silence was the only safe reply. But walking through those doors with Dante at my side steadied me, though I hated needing it. My chest was tight as we crossed the marble foyer. That’s when I heard it. Elaine’s voice. Sweet, syrupy, and very unmistakable. I slowed down, my heels clicking against the tile, and Dante glanced at me with the faintest arch of an eyebrow. I didn’t answer. I was too busy listening. “…she’s probably just overwhelmed,” Elaine was saying from the living room. “This whole Dante thing came out of nowhere.” Of course. Of course, she’d be here. Playing the doting friend, dripping sympathy in front of my mother. I pushed forward, Dante beside me, and the sight made my stomach twist. Elaine was perched on a pastel velvet chair, looking as sorrowful as s