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Meeting Antonio Ricardo
Phoebe's POV
"I’m so angry with my dad right now!" I vented to my friends who had come over for a visit. "I told him I wasn't interested in the arranged marriage with his foreign business partner and that I wouldn’t agree to it, but he even went as far as freezing all my debit cards!”My friends exchanged worried looks, trying to comfort me. “You really need to calm down, Phoebe. Maybe there could be another way of explaining to your dad about this?”“There's nothing I haven't done to change his mind! I've begged and begged, threatened to end my life, done everything I could think of, but he just wouldn't bulge!” I yelled angrily.Muna then asked, "Who’s this foreign investor your dad wants you to marry? Isn’t he worried that the investor might take you away to another country, and we might never see you again?”“Antonio Ricardo,” I replied, rolling my eyes. “He’s apparently a billionaire Spanish tycoon my dad wants me to marry.”Related chapters
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Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Leaving the Island 2
Phoebe's POVHis words sent a shiver down my spine, and my heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst. His dominance, his control—it was suffocating, and I felt the weight of it pressing down on me. But I couldn’t let him win, couldn’t let him think he had broken me."I’m not just a commodity," I said, my voice slightly shaking. "I’m not a toy you can play with. I’m leaving this place, and I’m done with this charade of a marriage."He stared at me for a long moment without uttering a word. Then, to my surprise, the coldness in his expression melted away, replaced by that same amused smirk. He stepped back and gestured toward the door. "Then leave."I was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. One moment he said he owned me, and the next, he said I could go.I hesitated, wondering if this was one of his games, but I didn’t wait to find out. I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the door, wanting to get as far away from him as possible.But as I reached the front door, I saw
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Stevenson's POV I leaned back in my leather chair, listening to Mr Anselm, one of the shareholders in my company, talk with excitement and enthusiasm on the other end of the line. And why shouldn’t he be? Antonio Ricardo’s investment had sent our stock price soaring, attracting attention from investors we hadn’t even dreamed of getting. It was everything I had planned for, and more."Stevenson, this is unbelievable," Mr. Anslem said, barely able to contain his excitement. "Our stock price has skyrocketed, and the investors are pouring in. We’ve hit numbers I didn’t think were possible."I felt a swell of pride as I glanced at the financial reports spread across my desk, confirming every word he said. "This is just the start," I replied with a tinge of pride in my voice. "With Antonio Ricardo, My son in-law, on board, we’re not just riding a wave. We’re creating one. We’ve expanded into markets that were previously closed off to us. The growth potential is limitless.""And to think,
Becoming The Billionaire's Fake Wife Stepping into his world?
Phoebe’s POV I held the phone to my ears, my fingers trembling with frustration and disbelief. I had just finished a desperate, pleading call to my father after everything I had done to get Antonio to call my parents to get me out of here, even to the point of acting crazy and destroying things just to have one phone call.But instead of comfort or reassurance or finding a way to get me out of here, all I got was a cold, hard click—the sound of the line going dead as my father hung up on me.I stared at the phone, my vision blurring as tears welled up in my eyes. How could he? How could my own father abandon me when I needed him most?“You can’t do this to me!” I yelled at the phone, as if my words could somehow reach him. But there was no one to hear me, no one to answer my plea. The room felt like it was closing in on me, everything seemed to be ganging up against me.I crumpled to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. The reality of my situation crashed over me like a wave, dragging
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