Fake Marriage With The Mysterious Billionaire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The room felt smaller than it actually was as she stared at the ring. A family heirloom! Why would he want her to wear that when their marriage was just going to be a contract? He should have given her something different. What if she lost the ring? Would he ask her to pay for it? Mia was sure she wouldn't be able to afford such a ring in this lifetime and the next. It felt like another weight was slowly being placed on her shoulder as she stared at the ring that would soon be placed on her finger. Mia sat on the velvet chair as the attendant carefully slid the ring onto her finger. Her breath caught the moment it settled into place. It fit perfectly, like it had been made for her hand alone. She stared at it in silence. It was beautiful but another weight on her. The diamond gleamed softly under the light, elegant and timeless. It was beautiful in a way that made her chest ache. Not because she wanted it, but because of what it represented. A promise she wasn’t sure she coul

Max left his study quietly, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The house was calm in that peculiar way it always was too quiet for something that held so many people within its walls. It had been that way for as long as he could remember.As he walked down the corridor, he slowed his steps when voices drifted toward him from the living room. Mia’s voice and Clara’s, he could also hear Melissa speaking. Max stopped just short of the doorway, positioning himself where he could hear without being seen. He wasn’t intentionally spying, but instinct had pulled him to pause. Something about the tone of the conversation made him listen. “…for the guest list, we’ll need to consider at least three hundred people,” Clara was saying briskly, her voice efficient and confident, the voice of someone who had planned more weddings than she could count. “Your family, Mr. Hult’s associates, business partners, friends, and of course the press..." “The press?” Mia repeated faintly. “Ye

The next day passed in a blur Mia could barely keep up with. It started with Clara. By midmorning, Mia was seated once again in the living room, her posture stiff and her hands folded neatly in her lap as Clara launched into yet another round of wedding discussions. Tablets, fabric samples, guest lists, and venue layouts littered the coffee table, each one representing a decision Mia never imagined she would be making, especially not for a wedding that didn’t feel like hers. Clara talked endlessly. About flowers. About seating arrangements. About themes and color palettes and photographers. Mia nodded when expected, muttered agreement when prompted, but her mind was elsewhere. She kept glancing at the clock, the steady ticking making her chest tighten with every passing minute. Max didn’t show up for breakfast. He didn’t show up for lunch either. Part of her was relieved. The other part was unsettled. She didn’t know which feeling scared her more. Anyone would have been ex

The moment they stepped fully onto the grounds, Mia knew she was in trouble when heads turned and the conversations of pepole paused. Eyes followed them in a way that made her skin prickle. It wasn’t just that she was surrounded by people who clearly belonged in this world of wealth and elegance, it was the shock written plainly on their faces. Max Hult was known for many things, but attending parties was not one of them. He was known notoriously for never attending any social gatherings even the ones from his extended family. He was so private that people barely knew things about him except what he wanted them to know. But here he was at a party, not only was he at a party he was attending with a woman on his arm? Unthinkable. Mia felt it immediately, the weight of their stares pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. If Max hadn’t been beside her, she was certain she would have turned around and fled back to the car without a second thought. She wanted to be an

Max didn’t wait for the conversation to naturally end. He leaned closer to Mia, his voice low and firm. “It’s time for us to leave.” Mia blinked, her mind still catching up with everything that had happened that night. Before she could fully process his words, Max had already taken her hand. His grip was steady, sure, and it left no room for hesitation. He guided her through the crowd with practiced ease, his presence parting people without him having to say a word. They stopped in front of Doris, who was already watching them closely. She knew what he was going to say before Max said it like she had been expecting it. “So soon?” Doris asked, her eyes flicking briefly to the way Max held Mia’s hand. “Yes,” Max replied calmly. “We have an early day tomorrow.” Doris smiled, though it carried that same unreadable edge Mia had noticed earlier. “Of course. I’m glad you came.” She turned her attention to Mia. “It was lovely meeting you. I hope we’ll see more of each other so