Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fakely Inlove With The Billionaire: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The paper slid across the desk before Jessica even sat down.“Sign here,” Christian said. “And here. Initial this page.”Jessica stared at the stack of documents. It was almost midnight. They had left the gala only an hour ago, and now she was sitting in an office bigger than her entire apartment, staring at a marriage contract like it was a normal Tuesday.“You could at least offer me a coffee first,” she said.“This isn’t a date.” Christian didn’t look up from his phone. “Read it. Sign it. Then we can talk.”Jessica picked up the first page and started reading. Her eyes widened with every line.“Two million dollars,” she whispered.“For one year of your time,” Christian said. “House, cars, clothes, and a monthly payment on top of that. When the year ends, you get the full amount and we file for divorce quietly.”“And in exchange?”“You act like my wife in public. You attend events. You smile for cameras. You never ask about my private business, and you never fall in love with me.”J

“You didn’t tell me you had a cousin trying to take your company,” Jessica said the moment they got in the car.“It wasn’t relevant before.” Christian’s eyes stayed fixed on the road, his hands tight on the wheel.“It’s relevant now. He’s coming to our wedding, Christian.”“I’m aware.”Jessica turned in her seat to face him. “Tell me what’s going on. All of it. If I’m about to walk into some family war wearing your grandmother’s ring, I deserve to know what I’m walking into.”Christian was quiet for a long moment. Then he sighed, and some of the coldness left his shoulders.“Matt is my father’s brother’s son,” he said. “When my father died, he left his shares of the company split between me and Matt. Equal parts. But my grandfather has the final say on who takes full control when he passes.”“And he’s choosing based on the wedding?”“He’s choosing based on who he believes will protect the family,” Christian said. “Matt has been trying to prove I’m cold, heartless, unfit to run a famil

The reply came fast.The cafe on Fifth Street. Nine tomorrow morning. Come alone, or I call Arnold right now.Jessica stared at the screen until her eyes burned. She didn’t sleep much that night, running through every version of what might happen. What Matt might know. What he might already have proof of.By the time morning came, she had a plan. A thin one, but a plan.She told Lira she wanted to walk around the block for fresh air. Lira raised an eyebrow but didn’t stop her. Christian was already gone, locked in some meeting about the wedding venue. Jessica slipped out before anyone could ask more questions.The cafe was small and quiet, tucked between two taller buildings. Matt was already there when she arrived, sitting in the back corner with a coffee he hadn’t touched.“You came,” he said as she sat down across from him. “I wasn’t sure you would.”“You didn’t leave me much choice.”Matt smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “No. I suppose I didn’t.”“What do you want?”He leaned

“Lira,” Christian said, his voice low and dangerous. “A word.”Lira’s face didn’t change, but her eyes flickered, just for a second. “Of course.”She followed them into the empty office down the hall. Christian shut the door behind her, his eyes cold.“Someone told Matt the wedding was moved up,” he said. “Only three people knew that. Me, Jessica, and you.”“You think it was me?” Lira’s voice stayed calm, but her hands folded tightly in front of her.“I think you’ve worked for this family for six years,” Christian said. “I think you know everything that happens in this house before I do. And I think Matt has a way of getting information he shouldn’t have.”“I would never betray you, Christian.” Lira’s eyes were steady, but Jessica noticed her fingers pressing hard into her own arm.“Then explain how he knew within the hour,” Christian pressed.Lira was quiet for a long moment. Then her shoulders dropped, just slightly.“He’s been paying me,” she said quietly. “For months. Small things

The dress felt heavier than Jessica expected, layers of white fabric pooling around her feet as Lucy, the wedding coordinator, pinned the last piece into place.“You look beautiful,” Lucy said, stepping back to admire her work.Jessica stared at herself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the woman looking back. Three days ago she had been standing in a different dress, champagne dripping down her face while the whole city watched her get humiliated. Now she was minutes away from marrying a man she had actually fallen for, somewhere between the lies and the truth.“Nervous?” Lucy asked.“Terrified,” Jessica admitted. “Not about the wedding. About Matt.”Lucy’s smile faded slightly. “He hasn’t been seen since the dinner. Arnold has security watching every entrance, just in case.”Jessica nodded, but the knot in her stomach didn’t loosen. Matt wasn’t the kind of man who walked away quietly. He had spent months planning, scheming, paying people to spy on his own family. A public humiliatio