All Chapters of Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The journey to her room was, by far, the most embarrassing and awkward experience Mirena had ever had.Even through the haze of dizziness and heat, she made a mental note—she was going to slap Alexander the moment she got the chance.“Passcode?” he asked after a while, stopping in front of her door.Once again, reluctantly, she muttered, “Keycard’s in my back pocket.”She felt his hand slide into her pocket, pulling the card out with ease. With a quick swipe, the door beeped open and he walked in.As the familiar surroundings of her suite greeted her, Mirena tried again.“Put me down,” she demanded.Alexander considered ignoring her—he really did. But the realization that they were now in the same space, with no way for her to avoid him, made him pause. Ignoring her now would only piss her off even more.So, much to her surprise, he placed her back on her feet.“Where’s your roo—”He didn’t get to finish as Mirena’s hand shot out the next second, striking him hard across the cheek.Th

Logan had always looked at him like that.That glare—sharp and unfiltered—one that made it clear he saw Alexander as nothing less than an enemy.At first, it had been subtle. Present, but restrained.Now?There was nothing subtle about it.Ever since Mirena came into the picture, the bastard hadn’t even bothered hiding it.Or maybe…Alexander’s gaze flicked briefly toward him, a faint, almost amused thought crossing his mind.It was insecurity.He resisted the urge to chuckle and shifted his attention back to Ada.“What are you doing here?”Ada frowned immediately.If anything, that question should have been directed at him.She had tried reaching Mirena all day—calls, messages… nothing. Not a single response.Eventually, she reached out to Eugene, asking for Mirena’s new location.At the time, she had been with Logan—unfortunately her grandfather had once again decided to play matchmaker.It hadn’t gone well.If anything, it had ended exactly how she expected—tense, frustrating, and

Alexander didn’t bother waiting for the chatter outside to die down before stepping out of the room. He closed the door gently behind him, then turned to face Logan and Ada.His gaze briefly settled on Logan.For a split second, he almost chuckled—condescendingly—at the image in his mind. A dog wagging its tail at a master who would never give it attention.Then his attention shifted to Ada, who was already stepping forward.“How’s Rena?” she asked.“She’s resting for now,” Alexander replied, lifting the bag in his hand slightly. “I’ll heat this up and wake her to eat. You two can leave—”“No way!” Ada cut in immediately, lowering her voice the next second when she realized how loud she’d been.“Rena’s sick, and there’s no way in hell I’m leaving her alone with you.”Before Alexander could react, she snatched the bag from his hand, walked over to Logan, and shoved it into his grip.“You can heat this up, Lo. Bring it when it’s ready.”Then she turned back to Alexander.“And you… you c

Mirena sat in the quiet of her room, staring blankly at the door that had just slammed shut.Maybe it was the fever, maybe that was why her thoughts felt so foggy and disjointed.However, the conversation she had just had with Logan drifted through her mind like something insignificant when it was anything but.Still, only one part stayed clear.She remembered the way he had looked at her, sitting beside her and staring as if she had wronged him in the worst possible way.As she gave one answer.“I did.”That was it.Everything else blurred together. A series of scattered moments she couldn’t quite piece back together—until the point he stood up and walked out, the door slamming behind him.Even now, as she sat there, staring at that same door the conversation slipped further out of reach.The sound of it opening pulled her back.She looked up and watched as Alexander walked in, a bowl of noodles in his hand—the same noodles she had been craving just minutes ago.Now?She wanted nothi

A simple kiss couldn’t change Mirena’s years-long conviction.She hated Alexander—that was something she had carved into herself the night she cried until her chest ached, something she had sworn to live by even when they crossed paths again in the financial world years later.It was a promise she had silently renewed the morning she woke up in his bed, after he had supposedly pulled her out of the rain during one of the lowest points of her life.So no, whether this kiss sent sparks racing down her spine or made her skin burn hotter than the fever consuming her body didn’t matter. A kiss could never undo the damage that had already been done.“Let go,” she said after a second, pushing weakly against his chest.The effort barely moved him.Between the fever clouding her mind and the lingering effect of the kiss, Mirena refused to acknowledge which one had drained her strength. All she knew was that her body wasn’t responding the way it should, and that only frustrated her more.Alexan