All Chapters of Fake Dating The Tycoon Lawyer : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ready, Electra stands in front of the full-length mirror, watching her reflection. The green, short-sleeved, knee-length dress is a perfect fit. A golden broach; the only embroidery on the dress hangs on her left breast. She glances at the desk clock on the vanity table. 6:50pm. Almost time for dinner. She smooths her dress to still the quivering in her hands. It does nothing to relieve the tension in her chest. Her father will be here. A chill travels down her spine at the thought. She takes deep breaths and counts along with each breath until she counts to ten. Exhaling one large gush of air, she stills herself before she steps out of her room. She reaches the dining table to find it all set. Plates, cutlery, napkins, candles- all the works of a table setting arranged by a professional chef. But there’s no one around. She hears a rattling in the kitchen. She trails the sound to the kitchen and stops by the door, hypnotized by what she sees. Clad in black pants, a white shirt

“Thank you for coming.” Laurel whispers to Electra. “Even though you don’t like hospitals. This means a lot to me.” Electra responds to the older woman with a smile. She doesn’t hate hospitals. Not that she exactly likes it, but Electra can stand it. It’s her father who hates it, and everything he hates, Electra is supposed to hate too. “This is the worst part of the visit.” Laurel speaks. “The waiting.” She clarifies as she catches Electra’s look of confusion. They are seated in the doctor’s office, awaiting the result of Laurel’s test. Electra examines the office. Her eyes rove over the table. Dr. Mac Lewis sits on a silver nameplate. Still wandering, her eyes settle on Laurel. As much as Laurel tries to hide it, Electra can see the fear in the woman’s eyes. Instinctively, Electra reaches out and holds her hand. She squeezes Laurel’s hand reassuringly, giving the woman a warm smile. The doctor walks into the room. His fingers clutch the white piece of paper that contains Lau

Electra watches him leave. She isn't completely oblivious, as Anders says. She knows Laurel has less than a month to live. Something Anders doesn't know. He is trying to give Laurel fulfilling last days. Laurel is trying to protect him from himself. And Electra is caught in the middle. She sits there mulling over everything. She pulls the glass to her lips. It's empty. She leans and reaches for the bottle and pours herself another glass full. She is sipping from the glass when a sullen Anders walks back into the living room. Electra says nothing. She just watches him move near her and occupy his former seat on the sofa. Electra lifts the bottle, fills his glass and hands it to him. Anders takes the glass from her. “Thanks.” She shrugs and lifts hers to her lips. “It's good wine. Tastes better when it's shared.” She says before she sips. Anders chuckles and shakes his head. “What?” “Nothing. I just have never met a woman like you.” He says. “You're something.” He's sincere.

“Get out!” Anders yells at Julia, who scurries out of his office. He is in a foul mood, and like every other day at his office, Julia takes the heat. She bumps into Orion as he heads for Anders’ office. Orion waves Julia’s apology off and continues his journey to Anders.“Good morning to you!” Orion beams, entering Anders’ office with a smile. His smile falls upon seeing the look on Anders’ face. “Oh shit! You’re having your period again.”Anders lifts his eyes and glares at his friend. “What do you want?”Orion pulls out a seat and settles onto it. Ignoring Anders’ foul mood, he shoots straight to business. “The judge approved Hector’s bail,” he informs Anders.Anders seems to soften. The news of their victory eases his steam. “That’s a good start, but we still have a lot of work on our hands as it is. We need to make sure he walks out clean.” Anders says.“That's the plan… Judge Brad called to express his gratitude. He plans to retire in the coming months, and he says he’ll be pushi

Electra stomps out of the prison building. She’s swearing and muttering cusses under her breath, hating the unjust system and everything about the law. She walks by two men, narrowly escaping bumping into them. Orion stops mid-sentence talking to Hector, noticing the familiar figure that just walked by. He squints at the retreating figure, concluding his certainty that it is Electra. He watches her get on her bike and ride off. “You were saying?” Hector pulls him back into their conversation. “I was saying this is only temporary, and you’ll have to be careful what you do during this time. We wouldn’t want anything that would further implicate you and make your case harder. I’ll be honest with you, the evidence against you is very strong…” “But you can do something about it?” Hector interrupts him. “I assure you, we’ll do our very best to ensure you walk a free man.” Hector eyes the length of him. “My uncle says you are the best.” Orion tilts his head to the side. “Well, we try