All Chapters of Fake Dating the Hollywood Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Sarra's POVMy apartment felt smaller than I remembered.I sat on the couch in the dark, phone face-down on the cushion beside me. It had been buzzing nonstop for the past three hours. Texts, calls, notifications—all of them saying the same thing in different ways.*Homewrecker…you're disgusting…Clara deserves better than a friend like you.I'd made the mistake of opening social media once. Just once. The comments were everywhere—under the article, under old photos of me and Clara, under pictures from Ronan's premiere. People I'd never met, saying things that made my stomach turn.Someone had found my Instagram and filled my DMs with threats. Another person dug up my college photos and started a thread about how I'd "always been desperate for attention."I'd turned off my phone after that.Now I sat in the silence, watching headlights pass across my living room wall. My stomach growled, but I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten. Breakfast in Mexico, maybe? That felt like a lifet

Ronan's POVSurprise me? What did that even mean?I stared at my phone, trying to decode two words like they were some ancient riddle. Did she want Chinese? Italian? Both? Neither? Was this a test?I typed: "That's a lot of pressure."Her response came immediately: "You can handle it."Fair point. I'd handled worse. Like that time I had to do a love scene with an actress who'd eaten garlic bread for lunch. Or when I accidentally called my director "Mom" during a table read.This was just dinner. How hard could it be?I started the car and headed home, already planning. Chinese was safe—lo mein, dumplings, maybe some orange chicken. But Italian was romantic—pasta, wine, tiramisu if I could find a good one.Wait. Was I trying to be romantic or safe?My phone rang. Lexi."Not now," I muttered, declining the call.She called again immediately.I sighed and answered. "What?""Have you seen the new article?"My stomach dropped. "What article?""Ethan gave an interview. It went live twenty m

Ronan's POV"Come with me." I said reaching for her.She shook her head. "Ronan, she hates me right now—""I don't care." I grabbed her hand. "I need you there."She looked at me for a long moment, then nodded. "Okay."We didn't talk much on the drive. I kept one hand on the wheel, the other on her knee, driving faster than I should through empty streets. The city lights blurred past, everything too bright and too loud."Whatever happens in there," I said quietly, "we're together. Okay?"She covered my hand with hers. "Okay."But she looked terrified.The hospital parking lot was nearly empty. I found a spot near the emergency entrance and killed the engine. Neither of us moved for a second."Ready?" I asked."No." But she opened her door anyway.Inside, the fluorescent lights made everything look washed out and wrong. The smell of antiseptic hit me immediately—that particular hospital smell that made my stomach turn.Clara was in the waiting room, pacing. Her mascara had run in dark

Sarra's POVThe waiting room felt smaller after Ronan left.I sat in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs, my cheek still burning from Clara's slap. Around me, people pretended not to stare, but I could feel their eyes. The whispers.That's her. The girl from the articles.I pulled out my phone, mostly to have something to look at. Notifications filled the screen—texts from numbers I didn't recognize, DMs on Instagram I'd stopped reading days ago.One message caught my eye: "He's going to break your heart too. They all do."I deleted it and put the phone away.Ronan's voice kept replaying in my head. "Yes. I love her."He'd said it so simply, like it was the easiest truth in the world. And I'd just stood there, frozen, unable to say it back.I should leave. Walk out the automatic doors and keep going until this whole nightmare was behind me. But something kept me in that chair.Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was guilt. Or maybe I just needed to understand why Ethan couldn't let

Sarra's POVI stood in that empty room for exactly thirty seconds after Clara left.Then something inside me snapped.Not broke—snapped. Like a wire pulled too tight finally finding its tension point and holding.I was done running. Done crying. Done letting people push me around because they had money or power or a famous last name.Clara wanted a fight? Fine. She'd get one.I walked out of that room with my head up, my hands steady. Ronan was pacing near the nurses' station, and when he saw me, relief flooded his face."Thank God. I was about to—" He stopped, studying my expression. "What happened?""We need to leave. Now.""Sarra—""I'll explain in the car." I was already walking toward the exit. "But we need to go before Clara comes back."He didn't argue, just fell into step beside me. We made it to the parking lot before he caught my arm."Talk to me."I turned to face him. "Your sister just threatened to have me arrested for attempted murder."His face went pale. "What?""She h