Lahat ng Kabanata ng Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Camille was in the middle of a spa session when her phone suddenly chimed.The sound cut through the soft instrumental music like a needle scratching vinyl.She groaned, eyes still closed, fingers lazily reaching for the device resting beside her towel.As she peeled her eyes open and stared at the device, she hesitated for a second.Ever since everything with George at the Bryce auction had blown up, her phone had been nothing but noise—calls from unknown people, messages from socialites fishing for gossip and reporters lurking behind fake numbers.She hadn’t had a moment of peace in days.Now, all she wanted right now was quiet.With a sigh, she unlocked the screen, already bracing herself for another useless notification.But the name at the top made some of her unease fade away.Anna with a loser emoji.Camille clicked her tongue and opened the message without hesitation.[Hey, isn’t this the fake that stole your position?]The message read and below the text was a photo.Camille’

Mirena was mildly claustrophobic.She'd come to learn that during her second year in college, after which she'd defeated Alexander in yet another competition and such, his girl fans took it upon themselves to lock her in a dark, storage room.She'd been there for eight whole hours, cramped, dark and left to dwell on the thoughts work and activities kept her from.By the seventh hour, the claustrophobic effect kicked in and by the ninth hour, she woke in the campus’s sick bay.Ada and Logan had found her in the storage room, passed out after she'd hyperventilated.Ever since then, the fear for small spaces—small dark spaces, to be precises—was something she grew with.Through secret online therapy, she'd learned to control it, to grow and live with it.However, no session in that two months long therapy session she'd quit after cursing her therapist out for being incompetent, ever prepared her for a situation like this.Don't hyperventilate, she told herself as she clicked the button a

Jeremy was already standing in front of the elevator when the doors slid open.The second Alexander stepped out, Jeremy abandoned all sense of composure.“Sir,” he said, rushing forward, eyes scanning Alexander from head to toe like he expected to find blood or fractures. “Are you okay, Sir?” He asked.“I’m fine,” Alexander replied without glancing at him, his gaze never leaving Mirena’s back.She was already halfway down the hallway, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, posture straight, chin lifted—like nothing had happened.Like she hadn’t just panicked in a metal box. Like they hadn’t just kissed him twice.After a minute, he glanced at Jeremy. “The elevator, what happened to it?” He asked.Jeremy hesitated, then stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Someone killed the power to the lift, Sir?” he informed.Alexander raised a brow.“Why?” he asked.“Building security caught the suspect before he could leave the premises,” Jeremy continued. “He’s currently under investiga

When Mirena went live, the impact wasn’t immediate.That was expected, after all, her main account was barely brushing ten thousand followers.It wasn’t exactly prime ground for viral explosions.The live view counter hovered just under five hundred, fluctuating as people came in, lingered for a few seconds, then left again.However, that didn't deter Mirena.She sat calmly at her table, her posture relaxed, her shoulders squared and her expression composed in a way that suggested she wasn’t even looking at the numbers—though she was acutely aware of them.It didn’t bother her though, If anything, the slow burn amused her.She smiled faintly and adjusted the angle of the camera, resting her chin lightly against her knuckles. The glow from the ring light reflected in her eyes, giving her a deceptively warm appearance.They’ll come, she thought.Ants were always attracted to sugar.It didn’t matter how far they were. It didn’t matter how deeply buried they’d been in their own echo chamb

Griselda paled the moment the words left Mirena’s lips.On… loudspeaker?For half a second, her mind refused to process it. The sentence echoed in her head like a delayed gunshot—too loud, too sudden and too final.She stood frozen, phone still pressed to her ear, her fingers numb, then she turned her head—slowly, dread creeping up her spine—and met the gaze of her maid.The woman stood a few steps away, eyes stretched wide, complexion drained of all color. Her lips were parted, but no sound came out.She didn’t need to say anything, her expression told Griselda knew.She was indeed on loudspeaker.Her heart dropped straight into her stomach at once.“No…” she was in the process of whispering when suddenly—“Griselda!”Duncan’s voice filled the entire house, bouncing off the walls like a bouncing ball that came right back to her.The sound of heavy footsteps followed almost immediately, fast and furious, each one slamming into the floor with enough force to rattle the walls.Griselda