All Chapters of The Love You Faked : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I was still upset about what Alexander had done to my job, but I knew there was nothing I could change at that moment. He had made his decision, and arguing with him would only waste my time.I quietly packed the rest of my things and tried to focus on the trip instead. New York was not somewhere I had expected to visit this soon, especially not with Alexander, but there was no point spending the entire day thinking about Blackwell.After finishing my packing, I checked my suitcase again to make sure I had everything I needed. I placed my handbag beside the suitcase and sat on the edge of the bed for a moment.My room suddenly felt different. Maybe it was because I knew I would be leaving the next morning. I had only lived in the Steele estate for a short time, but I had already gotten used to the quiet mornings, the huge windows, and the view from my balcony. I had even started to feel comfortable there.Still, I was curious about New York. I picked up my phone and searched for pictu

“Yes?”, I answered.“Don't let them underestimate you.”I stared at him. He didn't wait for a response. He walked away. I sat there quietly for a moment. Tomorrow would be my first look inside Alexander's business world.And something told me it was going to be very different from anything I had experienced before.…The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual.For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. Then I remembered New York, Steele Villa, and the meeting Alexander had mentioned before going to bed.I got out of bed and checked the time. It was 7:15 a.m. I had barely finished getting dressed when my phone rang. It was Naomi.“Good morning, Mrs. Billionaire.”I laughed. “Please don't start.”“I am serious. You disappeared to New York with a billionaire. I always deserve details.”“There are no details.”“That is exactly what someone with details would say.”I shook my head while fixing my hair in the mirror. “Alexander has a meeting today, and he wants me there.”“With him?”“Yes

Lila’s POVI had been thinking about Aria all morning. Ever since I saw her at Blackwell, I could not stop thinking about how easily she had walked away from us. She had looked different, not broken, not desperate. Not like the woman who had left Reid House with one suitcase.That bothered me more than I wanted to admit. Jason had tried to act like he did not care, but I had noticed the way he watched her.He still cared. I knew it. And I hated that. By noon, I had already made up my mind. I was going back to Blackwell. This time, I was not going alone.I called three of my friends and invited them to lunch. They were the kind of girls who loved expensive restaurants, designer clothes, and any story that gave them something interesting to talk about.I knew exactly what I was doing. If Aria was still working at Blackwell, I would make sure she regretted the way she had spoken to me. I would not shout at her. I did not need to. I knew how to make people look foolish without raising my

Aria's POV I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting one of the earrings in my ear. I looked at myself for a moment before a small smile appeared on my lips. There was nothing wrong with being a little bolder. I had spent enough time being careful around Alexander. He was my husband on paper. That was all. Our marriage had been built on an agreement, and Alexander had made it clear from the beginning that he expected nothing beyond what was written in that contract. He was cold, distant, and almost impossible to read.Fine. I could work with that. I was not trying to make him fall in love with me. I simply needed to make myself more comfortable around him and, perhaps, make him a little more willing to indulge me when I needed something.Besides, there was no denying that the man was incredibly handsome. It was almost irritating. He was too handsome not to fall for even at pretence.I picked up my phone and walked out of my room. Alexander was in the living room. He sat on the sofa

I was still standing near the doorway when Alexander picked up his keys. “I said it's dinner and people from the company, it's actually much more than that. You can come anyways,” he said.I blinked. “Really?”“We are leaving in ten minutes.”I smiled before I could stop myself. “Where are we going then?”“An exhibition.”That caught my attention. “An art exhibition?”He nodded once. I had expected another evening surrounded by investors, executives, and people who spoke about companies as if they were discussing chess pieces. An art exhibition was the last thing I expected Alexander to mention.Ten minutes later, I followed him out of Steele Villa and into the cool New York evening.The city was alive around us. Cars moved along the streets, yellow taxis slipped between traffic, and lights filled the buildings on either side of the road. New York always seemed to be moving, even when nobody appeared to be in a hurry.I had already seen some beautiful parts of the city since arriving,