Todos los capítulos de FAKE DATING THE HOTTEST BOXER: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

RenataI walked in with my head held high, my heels striking the marble floor in a rhythm that matched the pounding of my own heart. I let the intensity burn through me, unfiltered, unapologetic, until my eyes landed on Payton and Marcus. I watched the shock bloom across their faces the moment they saw me standing there, alive and unbroken, and for a fraction of a second I almost laughed. Even I was a little stunned that I had found the nerve to come back.But I steadied myself. I was not about to back down now, not after everything. I had made Drent a promise, that while he was gone I would make sure Marcus never got his hands on the empire he had spent his whole life building. It was not complicated. It was not some grand, heroic mission. It was simply me keeping my word, even if it meant risking my life to do it.And after what Payton and Marcus had done to me, after the betrayal that still lived in my bones, this felt like more than duty. This felt like the perfect revenge. I stra

RenataI went to the hospital that afternoon and sat quietly in the corner of the room, watching as the nurse moved around Drent, adjusting his IV, checking the machines that beeped softly beside his bed. The cool efficiency of the nurse's movements made my own skin prickle, a strange awareness settling over me as I sat there, unable to look away from him.Drent lay still, his curly hair damp against his forehead, a few strands falling loosely across his face. I rose from my chair without really deciding to, crossed the room, and reached out to brush the hair away from his eyes. My fingers lingered there a moment longer than they needed to, tracing gently along his temple before I pulled my hand back."I don't know if you can hear me," I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself, "but I'll do my best to make sure Marcus doesn't win."The nurse glanced over at me, a soft, curious smile touching her lips. "Are you his wife?" she asked."No," I said quickly, straightening. "I'm n

MarcusI sat at my desk, sifting through a stack of research documents, when my phone rang. My assistant's name flashed across the screen, and I answered without looking up from the papers in front of me."Have you heard from Renata?" he asked."No," I said flatly. "Why would I?"There was a pause on the other end before he spoke again, his voice careful, hesitant. "Renata's mother was poisoned. It's already spreading through the company. The word is the father thinks it was you."My hand went still against the desk. "What?""He's saying you wanted her to handle something important today, and when she backed out saying her mother was in the hospital, he assumed you arranged it so she would miss it."I sat back slowly, my mind reeling. I knew exactly what I was capable of. I had schemed, manipulated, fought dirty more times than I could count to get what I wanted. But this. This was not me. Why would my father even think for a second that I would go this far.I did not blame him for su

Renata"Finn?" His name stumbled out of me in a broken stutter, disbelief rooting me in place as he stepped fully into the light.I stumbled back a step, my mind scrambling to catch up with what my eyes were telling me. Guilt slammed into me hard, and suddenly everything clicked into place at once, the messages, the threats, the mysterious number that had haunted me for days. After Finn had helped me before, after everything he had done, I had promised him a date, one simple date in return. I had seen the obsession living behind his eyes even then, had recognized it for what it was, and yet I had made the promise anyway. And then I had failed to keep it.I remembered the way he used to look at me back then, too intense for the small favors he did, too eager whenever I so much as glanced his way. I had told myself it was nothing, that I was reading too much into it, that a man could not possibly fixate on a single unfulfilled promise the way he seemed to. I had been wrong. Standing her

DaineThe first thing I noticed was the silence.It was too quiet.No hospital machines. No nurses talking in the hallway. No distant footsteps. Just an eerie stillness that wrapped around me until my skin crawled.I blinked slowly, my head pounding as I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above me. Everything felt heavy, as though I'd slept for days.Where... am I?Panic rose inside me.I pushed myself upright, my muscles trembling from weakness. The room was spacious, far too elegant to be a hospital room, yet something about it felt cold. There was a large bed with crisp white sheets, expensive furniture, thick curtains covering the windows, and a polished wooden floor.It looked more like a luxury bedroom.But it wasn't.It felt like a prison.My breathing became uneven.Reneta.The name exploded into my mind.Had Reneta brought me here?Maybe... maybe she'd finally arranged somewhere for me to recover after everything that had happened. Perhaps she wanted to surprise me."Reneta?" I