All Chapters of FAKE DATING THE HOTTEST BOXER: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

MarcusMy phone buzzed against the desk, Dekota's name flashing on the screen. I answered immediately."It's urgent," she said, breathless. "I'm on my way to you right now.""Come quick," I said, unable to keep the satisfaction out of my voice. "We need to celebrate. The accident worked. You should've seen the state of his car, Dekota. Even if Drent somehow survived that, there's no way he's walking into that boardroom for the presentation.""I'm bringing wine," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice before she hung up.I'd barely set the phone down when the door to my study swung open. My father stood there, his expression unreadable in that way he always managed when he wanted to catch someone off guard."Drent had an accident," he said, watching me closely. Too closely.I kept my face still. "That's unfortunate.""You don't seem concerned," he said, stepping further into the room. "Did you have anything to do with this, Marcus?""Why would you accuse me of something like

MarcusI trashed my office, sweeping everything off the desk in one violent motion, papers scattering, a glass shattering against the wall. Dakota rushed in moments later, hands raised, trying to calm me before I destroyed something that actually mattered."Marcus, stop. Breathe.""I was this close," I snarled, holding my thumb and finger a hair apart. "This close to the empire. Years of positioning, years of waiting for Drent to slip up, and now his little girlfriend struts in and plants herself directly in my path like she has any right to be there.""She's a distraction," Dakota said carefully, stepping closer. "Nothing more. Don't let her rattle you.""She's already rattled me," I spat, dragging a hand down my face. "She stood in that boardroom and challenged me in front of everyone. Do you understand what that does to my position? I look weak.""Then don't panic," Dakota said, her voice steadying into something colder, more calculated. "We look for a way to take her out. Quietly.

EdwinaI was at home when I got the call from the hospital, and for a moment I genuinely thought it was some kind of mistake. My best friend was Renata. There was no one else who fit that description in my life, not really, and Renata had been fine the last time I spoke to her. So how had the hospital gotten my number specifically? It felt like a cruel prank, the kind of call that made your stomach drop before your brain even caught up with the words."I was told to call you," the voice on the other end said. "She listed you as her emergency contact before she was brought in."That detail settled something in me immediately. That sounded exactly like Renata, careful even in the middle of chaos, thinking of me before anyone else. I grabbed my keys and was out the door within minutes, my hands shaking so badly I nearly dropped them twice.I told myself the whole drive over that it would be nothing. A stomach bug. Exhaustion from everything she'd been carrying with the company. Anything

RenataI woke to a pounding headache that throbbed behind my eyes like a second heartbeat, and beneath it, a deep, wrenching pain twisted through my stomach. The room around me was empty, quiet except for the steady beep of a monitor somewhere beside me. My mouth tasted foul, bitter and metallic, and before I could even fully process where I was, my stomach lurched violently and I retched over the side of the bed, my body still trying to purge whatever poison remained inside it.Everything hurt. My throat burned raw, my limbs felt impossibly heavy, and even lifting my head sent the room spinning. I had never felt anything close to this, not even after the worst fights I'd taken in the ring. This was different. This was my body having fought, quite literally, to keep me alive.A nurse rushed in moments later, followed quickly by a doctor, and they moved around me with practiced urgency, checking monitors, adjusting my IV, murmuring to each other in clipped medical terms I only half und

PaytonI sat beside Marcus, listening to him recount every detail of his conversation with his father, the satisfaction dripping from every word. "He as good as handed it to me," he said, swirling the drink in his hand. "If Drent doesn't show up tomorrow, the empire is mine. He said it himself."I laughed, raising my glass to meet his. "To tomorrow," I said. "To finally winning."We toasted, the sound of our glasses clinking together sharp and celebratory in the quiet room. "I spoke to your father earlier too, you know," I said, arching a brow at him. "Planted a few seeds of my own. You could give me a little credit."He chuckled, leaning back. "The deal stands, Payton. The moment that empire is mine, you get your fifty percent. I don't go back on my word."I smiled, satisfied, and he excused himself to take a call, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the last of my drink.I let myself sit there for a while, savoring the quiet triumph building in my chest. After everything, after ye