All Chapters of My Fake Boyfriend Is A Billionaire CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Zoey’s POV I had always believed humiliation came in neat, manageable sizes: a bad date, a whispered rumor, or maybe an awkward family dinner where someone asked why I was still single at twenty-eight like it was a medical condition. I was wrong. Humiliation, I learned, could wear ivory lace and walk down an aisle filled with people who had paid thousands to watch you say ‘I do,’ only for the groom to never show up.If you were wondering, yes, that kind of humiliation echoed. It echoed in ballrooms, in tabloids, in my grandfather’s silent stare, and worst of all, it echoed in my own head at three in the morning when sleep refused to touch me. Even nature had decided to haunt me. So when I stood in front of the mirror six months later holding my phone like it was a loaded weapon, I told myself I was past shame. I was not.“Just do it,” my best friend Lina said over speaker. “You’re pacing like you’re about to rob a bank.” Lina can motivate you to go to hell and make you think it's hea

Christian’s POVThe man spoke before I could.“Babe,” he said lightly, nudging his girlfriend with a small laugh, “that’s not something you ask people like that. It’s obvious they’re in love.” I felt Zoey tense against me even before she tried to pull away. The woman did not back down; she looked at me directly now, her earlier softness gone, replaced with a sharper, more assessing gaze. She tilted her head slightly, lips curving in that polite-but-dangerous way some women had when they sensed a crack in the story.“So,” she said, eyes steady on mine, “are you really engaged… or is this just something you’re doing for tonight?”The question landed heavy and I felt it press against my chest. For a split second, I understood why Zoey had dragged me into that kiss, why she panicked, and why she hated being caught between truth and performance. I breathed in slowly, then I composed myself the way I always did in boardrooms, in negotiations, and in rooms full of men who thought money made

Julian’s POVThe applause sounded wrong. It should have felt like victory- the perfect end to a perfect night- but all I heard was noise: empty noise that scraped against my skin and did nothing to hide the fact that she had just walked out on me. Again.I saw her move before my mind could process it. Zoey- my Zoey, or at least she used to be- turned on her heel and walked away like I was nothing more than a stranger who had dared to speak her name. My hand tightened around the microphone, not enough to crack it, but enough that my knuckles went white. For a split second, the room blurred as cameras, lights, and faces all melted into one sickening swirl. I felt heat rise up my neck, into my face, and into my chest. I had been publicly humiliated.I forced my smile to stay in place because that was what men like me did; we did not break in public, and we did not bleed where people could see. But inside? Inside, I was furious. I finished the speech on autopilot, words leaving my mouth s