All Chapters of Forced Into a Fake Marriage? But Uncle, Your Best Friend Made It Real: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

If it really had been her, how could she not have taken advantage of the chance right in front of her?The emotion in Sebastian’s eyes faded. He picked up his teacup, clearly dismissing her. “Take your things. I’ll have my assistant send you off with a couple company gift boxes too. You can go.”The tone alone, like he was brushing off some poor relative’s kid, nearly made Sasha cry from sheer frustration.She was still thinking about making one last push when Ethan walked back in. “Ms. Lane, I’ll take you downstairs.”Sasha bit her lip. When she looked back, her eyes were already faintly wet.Sebastian glanced at her once, then looked away, completely unmoved.Sasha had no choice but to leave.Just then, Frank came in with a file in hand, looking unusually excited.“Boss, on the night of June sixth, Sasha Lane was home studying for the SATs. She was never at the Hotel Verona.”Sebastian leaned back in his chair and gave a quiet hum.He’d been hearing versions of the same res

“Why make such a big deal out of a teenage crush? Feelings like that can change overnight.”What really felt like a shame was her grades. She’d been such a strong student, and in the end, she never even got to take the SATs.Chloe squeezed her way forward and said sweetly, “Mrs. Jordan, I wish you happiness as vast as the sea and a long, long life.”Mrs. Jordan glanced at her. She still had a smile on her face, but her tone cooled noticeably. “Oh. Thank you.”Chloe’s expression stiffened. She managed to force out another smile, but it looked worse than if she’d cried.Sasha took out the gift she’d brought. “Mrs. Jordan, happy birthday.”Mrs. Jordan accepted it and looked it over, her expression turning serious.The second the Quinn family saw what Sasha had given her, their faces darkened.Marianne quickly grabbed Sasha’s arm. “You silly girl, you must’ve brought the wrong gift.”As she spoke, she reached for the box in Mrs. Jordan’s hands. “Old friend, she grabbed the wrong o

Sebastian lounged against the railing, looking completely uninterested.“You’re still looking for that girl from seven years ago? Give it up. She’s probably somebody’s mom by now.”For a moment, Sebastian could almost catch that faint lemon scent again. His gaze darkened. “I don’t care.”George clicked his tongue. “Yeah, right. You slept with her once, and you’ve been hung up on her for seven years. That’s pathetic. You’re such a lovesick idiot.”Sebastian shoved him aside and headed straight for Sasha.George rubbed his chin. “Weren’t you just saying you weren’t interested? Then why are you going over there?”Sasha was glad to see Sebastian walking toward her, but the thought of him witnessing that slap made her cheeks heat up. It took her a moment to force out a smile.“Uncle Sebastian. Good evening.”“It’s not. I’m still recovering from the shock.”He said it with a straight face. If not for the amusement in his eyes, she might’ve believed him.When he turned to leave, Sas

“Can you really blame me? You never made it clear…”Marianne quickly reached out and pressed her agitated daughter down, then turned to Sasha with a gentle smile.“Your aunt’s going through menopause. Don’t take it personally. Sasha, if the skincare’s gone, it’s gone. What I really wanted to ask is… do you know Sage?”Sasha nodded.“And how close are you two?”Sasha hesitated.That brief pause was all it took.Her aunt immediately jumped in, raising her voice. “How close could she be? About as close as I am to the First Lady. I know of her. She doesn’t know me.”Marianne shot her a glare, then turned back to Sasha, her tone soft again.“Sasha, I heard from your uncle that you’re on good terms with Dr. Hawke. Could you ask him to make an introduction? I’d like to meet Sage.”Sasha immediately understood.“You want Sage’s skincare patent?”Marianne’s face lit up. “Exactly. I’ve heard she turned down several major international brands because she wants to sell the patent to a

“Henry, may I sit down?”Her voice was clear and soft, like water running over stone. It finally snapped Henry out of his fantasy. He hurried to pull out a chair for her.“Of course. Please, Sasha.”The familiar way he said her name made her uncomfortable, but she kept it to herself.She was here for one reason.To find out the truth about what happened back then.Naturally, old classmates started with small talk. After a few casual exchanges, Sasha steered the conversation to the diary.Henry looked awkward. “Sasha, I was young and stupid back then. Let me apologize properly. I know tea isn’t much, but I hope you can forgive me.”Sasha didn’t touch her cup.Her gaze stayed soft, calm, almost gentle. There was no accusation in it. It felt less like a confrontation and more like an ordinary conversation.Henry folded fast.“It was Chloe. She told me.”Sasha kept her tone light, almost coaxing. “Why would she tell you?”Henry looked embarrassed. “I had a crush on you back th