Todos los capítulos de The Fake Heiress’s Ruthless CEO: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 18

•Odette•“W-what…?” I paused, unconsciously eager about the things Tristen had to say concerning Draven.“Yes, Odette. I’ve seen the news, and I couldn’t believe that you, of all people, would have something to do with Draven.” There was a hint of condescension in his tone that rubbed me off the wrong way.“What is that supposed to mean?” I took offense.Tristen’s eyes widened when he realized what I was getting to, and he hurriedly let out a stream of apologies. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. It’s not like I believe you would- no, forget it. I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to offend you.”“For heaven’s sake, Tristen Montague, say what you sought me out to say and be done with it. I have a thousand better things to do than stand here and listen to you blabber unintelligently.”My outburst was so sudden and rude that I immediately felt remorseful after the last word. I didn’t make any attempt to apologize cause the words did their work, spiking Tristen to actually speak well

•Draven•“Are we really your friends?” Henry whined, aggrieved, before emptying a shot of vodka.He planted the glass on the drinks table and leaned over to rest his head on my shoulder. His big curly brown hair found its way to my mouth. I frowned and shoved him with my elbow.“Don’t touch me.” The warning was filled with irritation. If the kid knew better he’d behave himself. However, he didn’t.He brought his legs up to the leathery cushion, squeezing his lean build as he knelt on the chair. Just so he could grab my left arm tightly and act spoiled. “Rave, I can’t believe you would do this to us. You don’t love us anymore because of her, right? And you never even told us about her!” While prying off Henry’s lean fingers from my arm, his older cousin, who was the last person in the private lounge with us, spoke up.“Stop being annoying, Hen. This is literally the reason why Rave didn’t tell you in particular about Odette.” Adrian said monotonously, wearing his signature straight

•Odette•It happened in my first year of high school. My parents had been all up in my business at the time, breathing down on my neck. And that should have been around the time I started to do things in the company, creating my personal designs and refining the ideas I found old in Eve.Of course I hadn’t been paying attention to boys and likes. Even though everyone my age was. My parents had it engraved into my head that I was going to get married to Tristen no matter what.Playing around would only get me in trouble and give me hopes that would get crushed in the long run. I believed them, I obeyed them.Which was why I sent away every boy who came my way. “I have a marriage partner already. Please, find someone else to like.”I had said these words almost a thousand times in my youth. Some of the boys I said then to had just been naturally attracted to me. Most had been attracted to my last name. Either way, I couldn’t be with them.Henry Hawk had come into my life in an interes

•Odette•With the use of my peripheral vision, I watched Draven, finding it difficult to peel my eyes off him. We were seated at the back of one of his cars on the way to meet with his grandfather for dinner.I should be nervous. I should be thinking of how to perfect a loving act with Draven in front of the man. Yet, all I could think about was two nights ago.An incident that I half remembered. I couldn’t remember from the point where Draven had reminded me to pick up my purse in the private lounge. I couldn’t remember how I got home.I damn well couldn’t remember who had taken off my heels and given me a foot massage. Even though I couldn’t remember, I knew that it wouldn’t be anyone other than Draven.Only he would know my address and how to get into my house without my personal assistance. As crazy and criminal as he was. I never thought he would care about me enough to the point where he would rub my feet. I must have been in pain, no doubt about that. Every day in heels from d