All Chapters of FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The day of judgement loomed over us…literally. One week later, I was discharged from the hospital and well on the way to total recovery. However, I still couldn’t rest. Not the way I wanted to, anyway. Tomorrow was the final hearing; the one that would determine if Armando would get the full sentence, or if his accusation against Kai would let him go off with a lesser sentence instead.Silas had pulled all his strings to get us an audience with Morgan, but she refused. However, none of us relented. Mom, Lucien, Theo, Cassian, even Sloane, Amara, and Ace did all they could, pulling their entire weight to ensure that every wall was moved aside until we finally got access to exactly twenty minutes with her.If I could not convince her in twenty minutes or get her to reveal her true nature, it was all over. “You okay?” Kai whispered, his varsity jacket around my body gave me much-needed warmth amidst the fully air-conditioned space. I nodded with a soft smile; the

THE COLOR GREEN.AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW.I scooted closer to Kai, my cheeks burning at the fact that both our parents were right beside us. They’d see it. “Do you trust me?” I whispered, and for the first time, Kai turned from his glare on Morgan to a soft gaze on me.“Without a doubt.” He nodded, and at once, I pulled him even closer to me, grabbing his hand so he snaked it around my waist while I climbed into his lap. I turned to Morgan with a triumphant smirk; she was cracking… beautifully so. Her eyes were now wide and full of green envy, her face pale as if I had my hands firmly wrapped around her throat.She glared at Kai’s hand on my waist, and at mine around his neck. “While you grow old, gray, and weary in here, my fiancé and I will be married, with enough kids running around. You would be all alone in here, the world would move on without you….and guess what, no one will remember.”The silence in the room became heavy and thick enough to choke on; so was the intensity of her

AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The courthouse loomed ahead, the heavy, tall building projecting onto my fears. Outside, I heard the shutters of cameras, followed by the roar of the media ready and waiting for us to step out of the car. Levi’s voice streamed in from the car speakers. He advised us to ride separately as opposed to the idea of us riding together.‘Perception does not start with the jury, Aurora. It begins at the gates of the media. You all will be photographed before you breathe, until you walk out of there after the sentencing is pronounced. Not only must we arrive in style, showing a united, powerful front, but we must also not respond to anyone. Let Aurelia and me do the talking, no matter what.They will fire their questions, jabs, and insults. Some might accuse you outright, but your composure must not waver. Armando will be counting on you making a slip-up so his lawyers can use that to throw the case off. Don’t give him that chance.Trust me, and Aurelia to do our jobs,

AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW.Yet again, my heart jumped to my throat. We watched Morgan walk in, her orange jumpsuit now much bigger on her as if she'd lost even more weight overnight. My mind took me back to our conversation and the terms I had to agree to. She glanced at me, first Kai, and then me. Her eyes were full of nothing I could pick upon.The guards ushered her to the witness box, and I noticed she never glanced at Armando, not even once. “Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”“Yes, I do.” Her voice came out much clearer than yesterday, but still without any emotion I could pick up on. Levi nodded, looking at us for a second before turning to her. Like us, he was also apprehensive about how this could do.Morgan was unpredictable, a nd although I agreed to her terms, I wasn’t sure if she had changed her mind. “If you want me on your side, I want a life….not one where I live like a fucking animal.” She’d hissed, leaning back to drag

EPILOGUE ONE.SERAPHINA’S POINT OF VIEW.The sound of child-like shrieking, followed by a deep chuckle, greets me as I walk into the large painting room. Theo is on his knees, a paintbrush and a paint palette in both hands, while our three-year-old son, Leo, makes long gashes on his face with yellow paint. I chuckled, the sound hearty and warm as I watched them.The contrast with my architect husband, my mischievous son, and my quiet daughter was nothing to be missed. Leo focused on his painting, or rather disfiguring of his daddy’s face, while our daughter, Anne-Marie, focused on her paintings in a coloring book Theo made for her.When Theo informed me of his decision to venture into painting six months after our wedding, I hadn't known or expected what to come out of it. Now, he was easily one of the best in the world, his only rivals our twins."Leo, I think Daddy has enough sunshine on his nose," I said, walking further into the sun-drenched studio. My son was obsessed with the co