Todos los capítulos de The Ice King's Fake Girlfriend: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The soft, ambient glow of the financial blog’s homepage illuminated the dark interior of Victoria Ravencourt’s sleek town car as she refreshed the browser for the fourth time in a minute. "It's live," Victoria announced, a triumphant, razor-thin smile pulling at the corners of her meticulously painted lips. She turned the tablet screen toward the back seat, displaying a breaking headline that flashed in aggressive bold red. EXCLUSIVE: THE RAVENCOURT CHARADE – BILLIONAIRE CEO’S ROMANCE EXPOSED AS A MULTI-MILLION-DOLLAR CONTRACT. Nathaniel leaned forward from the opposite leather seat, snatching the tablet from her gloved hands with trembling fingers. His eyes scanned the block of text rapidly, devouring every single word of the leaked document. Scanned images of the actual, legally binding non-disclosure agreement—complete with Julian’s bold signature and the exact retainer figures prom

"A private legal matter?" Marcus barked, slamming a hand down on the edge of the mahogany desk. "Julian, look at the screen! They have the exact retainer figures! They have your signature plastered next to a clause about public appearances! You can't spin this as standard branding when it reads like an escort arrangement written by a corporate attorney!" The heavy mahogany office doors swung open with a sharp click. Tiffany stepped inside, her face pale beneath her makeup, clutching a tablet displaying the exact same financial blog post that had sent Wall Street into a tailspin. Her green eyes, usually burning with fiery independence, looked hollow and betrayed. "Is it true?" Tiffany asked, her voice dangerously quiet as she stepped closer to Julian’s desk. "The contract leak. Is it real?" Julian finally turned away from the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that could s

"You're the only other person who had the master copy, Julian," Tiffany shot back, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as she stepped back from his approach. Her green eyes flashed with a dangerous, wounded fire that cut deeper than any corporate board member's critique. "Your security systems are impenetrable. The cloud storage was encrypted. So how else did a financial blog get their hands on a notarized PDF of our agreement within twelve hours of its execution?" Julian stopped dead in his tracks, his dark eyes narrowing not in anger at her accusation, but at the sheer logic of her trap. "Are you implying I sabotaged my own company's stock value just to what? Trap you further?" "I don't know what you're playing at," Tiffany breathed, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts to sound composed. "All I know is that my design agency's inbox is flooded with interview requests from tabloid reporters asking if my consulting fees

The soft chime of the terminal echoed like a judge's gavel inside the sprawling office, shattering the electric silence between them. Tiffany held her ground, refusing to shrink back despite the raw, intense heat radiating from Julian’s tall frame. "If your security is so absolute, Julian, then who bypassed it?" Tiffany demanded, her voice dropping an octave as she stared down the glowing screen. "Because unless ghosts are filing our paperwork, someone with clearance gave Nathaniel the file." Julian’s gaze didn't leave hers for a fraction of a second. "Exactly. Someone with clearance. Someone who thinks they can use a tabloid hit piece to destabilize my position before the quarterly earnings report." He tapped a final key with sharp finality. "And thanks to our IT department tracking the digital fingerprint of the document export, we just traced the exact IP address of the data leak." Tiffany’s breath h

The heavy manila folder slid across the polished glass table, coming to a dead stop against Victoria’s polished coffee cup. Inside lay the digital audit logs, the financial wire transfers routed through a shell company in the Caymans, and the signed NDA copies proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that Victoria had personally handed the fake contract to Nathaniel’s PR firm. Victoria didn't touch the folder. Her smile flickered for a fraction of a second, the immaculate facade cracking just enough to reveal the panic beneath. "What is this supposed to be, Julian? Some sort of romantic scrapbook for your little mistress?" "It’s your resignation," Julian said, his voice dropping into that terrifying, glacial register that always made his executive board hold their collective breath. "Effective immediately. You will clear your desk by noon, or I will hand these files directly to the federal prosecutor handling corporate espionage