Lahat ng Kabanata ng FAKE DATING THE HOTTEST BOXER: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

DrentMy father's face lit up the moment he saw me. "Drent, you're here, son."Marcus couldn't stop staring, his mouth hanging open like he'd expected me to still be lying in a hospital bed somewhere, forgotten. The whole crowd gasped at the sight of us walking in together, and I let the silence stretch for a moment before I turned to face my father directly, my eyes locked on Marcus the entire time."This presentation is between me and Marcus for who gets the company," I said. "And that's exactly how it's going to stay. You will not hand it to him, because I haven't forfeited."The room shifted at my words, a ripple of murmurs breaking out among the investors.Marcus stepped closer, that fake concern plastered across his face. "Look, Father, his arm is still in a cast. He isn't medically cleared. He can't present like this.""It's my arm," I said evenly. "And I definitely can, and will."Marcus stepped even closer, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Careful, brother.""Enou

Renata"Replace him?" Mr. Cole's voice cracked with suspicion, his eyes narrowing on me.I didn't fully know what I was getting myself into, but I knew Drent needed someone to step in for him at that very moment, and there was no one else."Yes," I said. "Please, sir. Drent can't continue in this event.""Actually," Marcus cut in, stepping closer, "what exactly happened to him? He was just on that stage forty minutes ago.""Yes, but he's had some..." I searched for the right words, something believable enough to cover for him. "Umm. Please, sir, just let me step in. Drent deserves this chance."Mr. Cole studied me for a long moment, and before he could answer, Marcus walked up beside him."Dad, Drent can't make it. He's disappeared again at the most crucial moment. So just name me the winner already.""What?" Mr. Cole turned to him sharply."The presentation will continue," he said firmly.Marcus's expression twisted with fury. "What?""Yes. Renata will replace him, and the presentati

RenataI whispered to Drent, my voice barely audible over the tension pressing down on us. "What are we going to do?"Marcus caught sight of me leaning toward him and shouted over, his voice dripping with mockery. "Drent, just walk away. You're never getting to her mother."Drent didn't even flinch. "Either he gets out of our way, or there's going to be blood," he said, his voice low and steady. "One way or another, we're leaving with her mother today.""Drent," I said, my stomach twisting, "we're outnumbered."He turned to me, his expression unreadable. "Do you really think I was foolish enough to come here alone?"Before I could ask what he meant, gunfire erupted from behind us. Marcus's men scrambled to return fire, and out of nowhere, more men, ones I had never seen before, moved in around us, clearly aligned with Drent, working to counter Marcus's side.Drent grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down. "Stay down, peach," he said, using his body to shield me as bullets tore t

RenataFor days I hadn't smiled. I simply sat in that hospital room, staring at my mother's still, lifeless body, crying until I thought there could not possibly be any tears left inside me. And yet they kept coming, endless, relentless, soaking through tissue after tissue until my eyes burned raw.This could not be possible. My father had died when I was six years old, and I had spent my whole life believing I had already survived the worst thing life could throw at me. Now my mother was gone too. I had nobody left.She had been the reason I accepted the contract with Drent in the first place. At first, I only needed him to cover the cost of her surgery, nothing more. After that, I told myself I would simply endure the arrangement long enough to earn enough money to give her the kind of life she deserved, comfortable, safe, far from struggle. That had been the entire point. That had been the only reason any of it made sense.But now it was all gone. My mother, my plans, every single

Renata"Oh my gosh, Bryan."Anyone who has ever had a childhood crush knows exactly what it feels like to see that person again after years apart. Long before I ever met Drent, back when I was still a kid running barefoot through summer afternoons, Bryan had been my best friend. He had even followed me to junior prom, awkward and grinning in a suit two sizes too big, because he refused to let me go alone.He had been my first love, the earliest, simplest piece of romance I ever knew before life got complicated, before Drent, before any of the chaos that came after. I hadn't seen him since he moved away to England. We had been ten years old the last time I hugged him goodbye at the airport, both of us crying, both of us promising to write letters we never actually sent.I remembered the way he used to protect me from the older boys in our neighborhood, the way he never once let anyone tease me without stepping in first, small and fierce even back then. Standing here now, looking at the