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Behind Gilded Smiles
Fiona's POV
I proudly walked into the boutique with my head held high, accompanied by my wealthy friends of high social status. The air inside the store was scented with the rich fragrance of expensive perfumes, and the walls were lined with racks of designer clothes, each more luxurious than the last.Shopping with these women had become a regular affair, but today, I could sense that there was something different; Some kind of conspiracy amongst them.As we made our way through the aisles, fingers grazing the silks and satins, it wasn't long before one of them brought up the subject I had been dreading."Fiona, darling," Marissa sneered, her voice dripping with a fake concern I could easily recognize by being friends with her for a long time. "How is Phoebe doing with her new husband? I still can't believe she managed to snag a billionaire after... well, you know." She laughed lightly, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of gossip.IRelated chapters
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Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife A Bastard Son 2
Antonio Ricardo’s POVThe phone was pressed to my ear when I heard it—a sharp, unmistakable sound of glass shattering from somewhere in the hallway. My eyes immediately flicked toward the door."Excuse me," I muttered over the phone, quickly cutting the conversation short. I hung up and immediately stood.“Who’s there?” My voice echoed through the office, but all I got in return was silence.I moved to the door and pulled it open. There she was—Phoebe, standing as if frozen in time. Her face was pale, her eyes wide and glassy, with her hand suspended in the air. She looked like someone who had just witnessed her worst nightmare.I glanced down and saw the bottle of wine shattered, its contents spilled all over the floor.“Phoebe,” I called her name and shook her shoulders gently. “What's wrong?”She turned toward me, her lip quivering. "Antonio… is it true?" she asked in a low, trembling voice. “Does my father have… a ba
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Phoebe's POVI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, my thoughts racing and spinning in disbelief and anger after what Antonio had just told me.His words echoed repeatedly in my mind—my father had fathered a child with another woman. How could this be true? The man who raised me, the one I thought was strong and honorable, had been hiding a dark secret all along. It was hard to believe, but then again, everything he had done lately pointed to it being true.How could my father have done this? What kind of man was he, to betray my mother like this? And who was the whore who bore him a son?What did she look like? How long had this been going on? And when my mother found out? Oh, she would almost lose her mind... I didn’t even want to think further about it. It would shatter her.But to my father, I wasn’t even sure we mattered anymore. To him, I realized, I was nothing more than a pawn—just like Sheila. We were pieces he could u
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