All Chapters of Fake Marriage With The Mysterious Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mia sat frozen, her chest tight, and her mind racing. She was certain that Max was about to demand answers and questions about Jessa, Blaine, Rico, the comms, the shove, everything. She could feel her stomach twist with dread, imagining his piercing green eyes boring into her, accusing her of deceit. But instead of anything like that, he simply clapped his hands together, the sound echoing sharply in the silent hallway. “You should have breakfast before we talk,” he said calmly like he hadn’t just made her almost throw up because of how agitated she was and felt. Mia stared at him in disbelief, her mouth opening slightly as if to protest, but no words came out. Her brain had frozen mid-thought. Did he just… what? Breakfast? How could he ask her to eat breakfast at such a moment! did he have any idea how she was feeling? or how her heart was about to explode out of fear. “Yes,” Max continued, his tone firm but strangely casual, “Stand up and follow me.” Mia’s heart thumpe

Mia didn’t touch the food. She sat there for what felt like forever, staring at the untouched plate in front of her, her stomach twisted into tight knots. The smell of food that had once made her mouth water now made her feel sick. Her heart wouldn’t slow down, her thoughts racing far too fast for her to keep up with it. She was afraid she would pass out because of how anxious she was and it didn't help that she kept thinking that Max Hult who walk back into the room at any seconds. Each time she heard footsteps her heart sank and it only got worse as time passed. She was sure her knees would have gave out already if she were standing. Melissa noticed everything, she noticed the way Mia’s eyes kept darting to the door and how anxious she looked. Her face kept growing paler as seconds passed and it was hard to overlook when Mia looked like she could pass out at any second. She had been moving quietly around the dining room, pretending not to watch, but Mia could feel her eyes on

“I know it came as a shock,” Max said calmly. “I will explain what I mean tomorrow. Just think about it for now.” Before Mia could say another word, he stood up and walked out of the study, leaving her frozen in place, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.___ Max stood on the spacious balcony of his room, the cool morning air brushing against his skin. In his hand was an old ring box, worn at the edges with time. He opened it slowly and stared at the diamond ring inside. It gleamed softly under the sunlight. She was going to be its new owner. What would his mother have said if she were here? he wondered. She would have probably flicked his forehead and told him he was out of his mind. A faint, sad smile tugged at his lips. His plan was finally in motion. All he needed now was for her to agree._____ Mia sat on the edge of the bed, still dazed and completely unsettled by what Max had asked of her. “Marry him,” she muttered under her breath, running both hands throu

Mia returned to her room in a daze, her mind still spinning from everything Max had said in the study. She pushed the door open and froze because the first thing she saw was boxes There were boxes everywhere. Large boxes stacked against the walls, smaller ones lined neatly at the foot of the bed, open cases revealing clothes wrapped in tissue paper, designer bags still inside dust covers, shoes arranged carefully on the floor as they belonged in a showroom. “What…?” Mia whispered completely taken aback by what she was looking at. She was tired of shocking things and had had enough for the day. Melissa stood near the wardrobe, calmly supervising two maids as they arranged the items with practised efficiency. “Place those on the left side,” Melissa said. “And the shoes in rows, please.” Mia cleared her throat, her voice barely steady. “Excuse me… what is going on?” Melissa turned to her, her expression polite but unsurprised. “These are for you,” she said simply. “Mr Hu

By lunchtime, Mia had made up her mind. She sat on the edge of the bed, the contract resting heavily in her hands like it could burn through her skin if she held it for too long. She had read it twice already, slowly, carefully, forcing herself to understand every line even though her head still felt cloudy. The terms were clear. Everything about it felt unreal, like she had stepped into someone else’s life overnight. Marrying Max Hult. The thought still made her chest tighten. But running was no longer an option. She had thought about it all night and again that morning, planning different escape routes in her head, but every plan ended the same way, failure. The gates, the guards, the staff watching every corner of the estate. Even if she somehow managed to leave, Jessa and the others wouldn’t let her disappear that easily. And there was the money. Mia squeezed the contract slightly, her fingers tightening around the edges. She didn’t want to think about it, but the re