Todos los capítulos de The Ice King's Fake Girlfriend: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

"Wear whatever you want," Julian murmured, his thumb lightly tracing the contour of her jawline, ignoring the afternoon light pouring through the boardroom windows. "As long as you're standing next to me when the flashbulbs go off. Let them talk. Let them write whatever ridiculous headlines their shallow little minds can invent. We survived Victoria, and we survived Nathaniel's desperate attempts to tear us apart. Nothing tonight can touch us." "Famous last words, Ravencourt," Tiffany replied with a bright, fearless grin, though her pulse spiked deliciously beneath his touch. "If the chocolate fountain collapses or the seating chart causes a riot among the socialites, I am pointing directly at you." "Accepted," Julian said softly, leaning down to press a warm, deliberate kiss to her forehead before pulling back with a reluctant sigh. "Now, go home and get ready. I have three more calls with the international branch to finalize before I meet

The morning light cut through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Julian’s penthouse, casting long, sharp ribbons of gold across the hardwood floor that Tiffany had spent months subtly corrupting with her vibrant throw pillows and vintage art books. Tiffany blinked against the brightness, her hand blindly searching the mattress until her fingers brushed against something warm, solid, and unmistakably male. Julian didn't open his eyes, but a slow, lazy smirk curved the corner of his mouth as he shifted closer, his arm wrapping around her waist and hauling her flush against his chest. "If you’re trying to escape before Leo calls to interrogate us about the launch party, save your energy. He’s already downstairs bribing the doorman for details." "Leo wouldn't stoop to bribing a doorman," Tiffany mumbled against his bare shoulder, though she didn't make any move to pull away. Her fingers traced the clean line o

Julian caught the velvet pillow out of midair with one effortless hand, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "It has historically been my most effective strategy, yes. Though I prefer to think of it as aggressive financial persuasion." "Aggressive is certainly one word for it," Tiffany retorted, sliding off the edge of the mattress and reaching for her robe. "But the board isn't going to let us off the hook that easily today. Arthur might be charmed by my chaotic aesthetic, but the rest of those suits want an explanation for why our corporate romance started out as a notarized non-disclosure agreement." Julian pushed himself up against the headboard, the duvet slipping down to reveal the broad expanse of his chest. All trace of playfulness vanished from his expression, replaced by that familiar, razor-sharp intensity that usually made grown executives sweat. "Let them ask. I didn't spend three years building this company into a fortress ju

"I don't need a corporate sugar daddy to buy me track lighting and drafting tables," Tiffany said, tapping the metal casing of her tape measure against her palm. "Everhart Designs is going to stand on its own two feet, funded entirely by my own sweat, savings, and sheer bloody-minded stubbornness." Julian raised an eyebrow, stepping closer until the clean, sharp scent of his cologne cut through the lingering smell of fresh paint and drywall primer. "And yet, your most stubborn creditor is currently standing right in front of you, offering a zero-interest line of credit with no repayment terms." "My creditor?" Tiffany scoffed, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward despite her best efforts to maintain a stern expression. "You aren't my creditor. You're my domestic partner, and quite frankly, your negotiating tactics are entirely inappropriate for a romantic relationship." "I am a pragmatist," Julian murmured, rea

Nathaniel stood on the threshold, his tailored suit rumpled, his eyes wild and bloodshot as he scanned the sunlit studio. He took a staggering step forward, pointing a shaking finger directly at Tiffany. "You think you've won, don't you? You think you and your billionaire playboy can just ruin my life and walk away laughing?" Julian closed the distance between them with terrifying speed, his tall frame effortlessly cutting off Nathaniel’s path. "You are trespassing on private property, Westbourne. Step outside, or I will have security throw you out into the street." Nathaniel sneered, refusing to back down despite the lethal coldness radiating from Julian's posture. "Save your threats, Ravencourt! I have nothing left to lose. Your precious Tiffany isn't the independent little angel she pretends to be." He pulled a crumpled stack of printed emails from his jacket pocket and brandished them like a weapon. "I have our old college correspo