All Chapters of FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

AURORA'S POINT OF VIEWHe leaned even closer, his lips and mine so close, one move from either of us would make us kiss. He stared from my eyes to my glossed lips, the heat, the desire… the want…the need in them so hot, so….volatile, I felt my inner thighs quiver from it.I licked my lower lip slowly, the action innocent, but once I did, his eyes followed the move with rapt attention, following my tongue, until it went back into my mouth. For a second, the silence lingered until I heard it. A soft growl followed by, ‘Fuck it.’His lips slammed onto mine without a second thought, his hands pulling me closer while he ate my face. Deep, satisfied groans flowed from his chest with each brush of his lips against mine. His hands travelled upwards, stopping at my chest for a second before he grabbed a boob. I gasped, my nipple peaking underneath his touch. He moved past, grabbing my throat with a firm, tight grip, but not without room for me to breathe.The action wrung a gasp from me, and o

AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW.Densie stopped at the microphone, her vicious smirk frozen in place. “Friends, family… and scavengers, I am here to present an announcement to each of you.” Her voice boomed in the microphone, the sound of sick joy unmistakable in it. I gripped Kai tighter, my heart lurching in my throat.Denise always looked this way whenever she was about to hurt me. "We were told tonight was about a powerful merger, a deal designed to shake the world, both business and entertainment, because two powerful households are to come together and become one.A union of bloodlines, and not just the individuals. But how can you, the Vailahalla, merge with a bloodline that has been polluted by tragedy and... filth?"I felt the air leave the room, and knock out. Beside me, I felt Kai’s entire body turn into a pillar of ice. His hand on my waist turned to a vice. We stared at each other for a moment, his lips were pulled in a thin line of irritation, and clear anger.The word, filth, hu

KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.I felt the tremor in Aurora’s body under the pads of my fingers; it was a fine, violent shivering that traveled from her ribs into the palm of my hand. She was hollowed out, her spirit buckling under the weight of Denise’s lies and the judgmental, narrow-eyed glares of the Orsini vipers. She kept herself pressed to my back, her body trembling like she’d been left in an avalanche of snow on the Antarctic continent.I breathed through my nose, my fists clenched as I watched Denise go off. She had no idea, but all this…Silas and I had planned in advance for it to happen. Hell, we knew, we hoped, and we prayed it would happen this way.Mistress. Bastard. Whore. The words didn't just hang in the air; they rotted with the stench of death, both social and personal. Denise was standing there, her face pale white with that pathetic, tear-streaked face as she stuck with playing the martyr in this story, while Morgan writhed on the marble floors like a rabid animal, throwing

KAI'S POINT OF VIEW."I was talking to you two arrogant buffons.” Dad hissed, stepping in front of them. They looked to him, shock as wide and sharp as a fucking bridge on their faces. They shared a look for a second before looking back at Silas.“W-w-what?” Denise and Morgan whispered at the same time. Silas didn’t bother turning to them. He gave me a look, and I knew it was time.I turned to Aurora and wiped her tears again. “Do you trust me?” I whispered, wrapping my arms around her for added strength. She stared into my eyes for minutes that bled into hours, blinking slowly. There was a twinge of confusion at first in those greenish blues….but they cleared before I could fully register them.“Yes.” She whispered with a nod, and I saw it then. The Aurora I fell madly in love with….the Aurora I knew.I pressed my lips to her forehead softly, before moving on to her tear-stained cheeks, and then her hands. After one final kiss, I looked at my friends, my fellow horsemen. They nodded

KAI’S POINT OF VIEW.The mention of my mother was like a match dropped into a pool of gasoline.The air in the ballroom seemed to drop twenty degrees. A few people near the front actually took a step back, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t roar. I simply stood still, my heart rate flatlining into the cold, rhythmic beat of a machine. For a moment, I felt it.As did Silas.Everyone’s faces blurred, warped, until they became blurry. I couldn’t see anymore; the effects of my trauma from years ago came crashing down. It gripped me by the throat harshly until I couldn’t breathe anymore, my chest constricting until it hurt. A trickle of sweat climbed up my spine, damping my hands so much that I could barely hold onto the small remote I used for the screen behind.I searched around the hall, the silence so deafening, my ears felt full… like it would burst at any moment. I did not stop with the search, the sea of faceless bodies digging into my neck until I found