All Chapters of Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

On the other side of town, the Sterling household was in a chaotic state.Servants frantically moved around, desperate to please the origin of the household's chaos.And amongst it all, sat Camille—the origin—glaring daggers at her tablet like it would provide a solution to her recent problem.Then, without hesitation, she tossed it at the nearest wall. The screen shattered in seconds. The servants flinched and Griselda who happened to be walking in at that time, frowned."Cami," she called in an endearing tone, dismissing the servants at once."Mommy!" Camille exclaimed, jumping on her feet and rushing towards her mother. Tears streaked her face as she buried herself in her mother's arms."Mommy, they're all attacking me. They… they're being brutal!" She wept.Griselda stared at her daughter's pitiful state and frowned.She'd been like this all morning and it was all because of that stupid rumor.It surfaced late last night—an article blaming Camille for the divorce between George an

The whispers still followed Mirena even as she made her way into the main hall of the metropolitan art museum.From a passing waiter, she flashed a smile and swiped off a bubbling glass of champagne, chugging it down in one fair swoop.The chilled, fizzy sensation did little to soothe the nausea in the pit of her stomach.As Logan led her towards their table, she grabbed another one and rather than groaning, she kept her lips busy by gently sipping on it.What a way to start her night, she thought, eyes travelling towards the entrance.When she spotted George and Camille, chummy as ever despite what happened out there, a frown nicked at the edge of her expression.She didn't care about them being all lovey-dovey, neither did it bother her not because she had some deeply buried feelings for George.Yuck, no.It bothered her because it showed her just how stupid she'd been. Throughout the time she'd been married to George and had been granted the unfortunate chance to follow him, he nev

Once everyone was seated, the charity auction commenced. The first few items went by in a breeze.Then, after nearly thirty minutes, the Emcee presented a green diamond bracelet under a spotlight."The Corvin bracelet," he announced, basking in the whispers and potential bids that were already falling in."Tonight, the bidding process starts at an easy… two million dollars!"The whispers in the room grew. Camille, seated beside George, eyed the bracelet, then took a look around.The majority of the ladies present tonight, wanted that bracelet—their gazes and gestures were dead giveaways.So, if she happens to get it, wouldn't that be the ultimate form of recognition tonight?"Georgy," she gently pulled on his sleeves, batting her lashes innocently at him. "I want that bracelet, can I have it?"George looked up from the brochure he'd been browsing through and glanced at the bracelet."You want that?" He asked.She nodded slowly—hesitant but not genuine. "I would have gotten it myself,

The rest of the evening eased into a comfortable play out.After a few more events, the charity auction finally came to an end.Chatters, laughs and the constant sound of camera shutters filled the air as guests exited the metropolitan art museum.At the back of a Bentley, George sat, dark gaze trained on the entrance of the metropolitan art museum—waiting and watching.It had been more than ten minutes since he'd slid into the car, yet, he hadn't said anything.Beside him, Camille sat with her spine straight—too straight for a normal occasion.But tonight was anything but normal. Not only had Mirena shown up and upstaged her, the reputation she'd only just started building, had taken a hit.And now, George was acting awfully unlike himself.Gritting her teeth, Camille silently cursed Mirena in her mind.Tonight, she wasn't able to get back at her, but one of these days, she'll return tonight's humiliation tenfold."Georgy," she called him, tucking away her thoughts.His gaze didn't m

In the blink of an eye, a shopping spree meant to offer her comfort and relaxation was turned into an encounter of disgust and frustration.And the culprit—dressed in an obnoxiously pink dress and heels that looked as uncomfortable in height as they looked to wear—sauntered over to her with a smile that screamed she was up to no good."Well, well, if it isn't the great philanthropist of the Quinennila Gala," Camille's voice sounded like a fork against glass in Mirena's ear.She resisted the urge to scrunch her face up—forcing her expression to remain neutral, or at least, tried to.A frown successfully crossed her expression as Camille came into her personal space, assaulting her nostrils with a scent disgustingly hers."You're all alone?" Camille made a show of looking around. Then she clicked her tongue. "After that night, you know, your little display with that escort of yours, I thought he'll always be by your side, joined to the hip, getting his money's worth.""Or?" She took a s