All Chapters of Duping the Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

“That woman is a slut!” My dominant brow attained its highest peak in disgust at the plump man’s words. I merely chuckled in response. Instead, I turned to face the two officers in front of us, fighting the urge to slap the chubby face of the man beside me, who was wearing a blue corporate shirt and black pants. “Excuse me, officers, I hate to break it to you, but I’m the one who got duped here," I stated before folding my arms across my chest, constantly raising my left brow. It was true. I was on various dating sites, having different names and personalities per website and application. I met Francisco in Tagged where I dressed up as a dweeb. So when he contacted me, I grabbed the opportunity. He instantly asked us to meet. I stalked him in his real accounts and found out that he was married for eight years and had four children, all girls. I started getting my head into the game as he seemed loaded. I permed and dyed my originally black, straight hair to bright red. To complete

"Please leave, Euthird." Dylan's sister, Dianne, urged the man who was clad in a luxurious black suit. My entire face wrinkled in confusion. 'Euthird? Is that his nickname?' Instead of listening to their warning, he inched toward me with that blank expression of his. Regina, Dylan's mom, dashed toward Eautiquiano which made him stop in his tracks. Then she started hitting him in the chest, and he just let her be. "You scumbag! You are the reason why my son is lying down here. You killed my son!" I took a step back, almost losing my balance. Luckily I didn't stumble on Dylan's coffin. 'What does she mean? I thought Dylan's death was an accident. Is that why he was arrested?' "I said get out!" Dianne yelled at the man as she tried to stop her mom from hurting him. "Just let me see him one last time. Please…," Eautiquiano begged, his deep, guttural voice croaking. 'But why does he sound insincere?'He looked more burdened and depressed yesterday. "I know. I shouldn't have let h

I shuddered at the brisk wind piercing through my skin as I looked down at the entirety of San Diego. It was exhilarating to see its night sky, glimmering with bright city lights, from the highest floor of the Fauste Tower. The two-hundred-story skyscraper was the tallest building in the world, and it embodies the power and wealth the Fauste Empire holds across the globe. Meanwhile, golden lights glistened all over Forza, the vast banquet hall, just below the helipad of the tower, which allegedly could hold five hundred people despite it being situated on the highest floor.Lavish events and parties were usually held in Forza, courtesy of the empire. Like today, I was in one hell of a bizarre event— a matchmaking party for the elites. 'I get it, matchmaking was for the rich; blind dates were for the average citizens; while love at first sight was for the impoverished people like me.'' I scoffed at the thought. It both felt shitty and satisfying to be part of this bizarre gathering

Euthird angrily whispered at his fifty-two-year-old right-hand man, Mr. Jameson Drake."Where is that bastard? I haven't heard from him for months. And what? He dares come here without a word?"He gritted his teeth at the old man who was afraid to meet his gaze.Euthird's black and wine-red mask only covered a portion of his face, emphasizing his squared jaw and luscious lips. His black Victorian suit was also lined with burgundy.He was like a blood-sucker from the Renaissance period, or more like the king of goths.Unlike him, Jameson wasn't wearing a mask, and instead of Victorian attire, he was wearing a modern suit. Jameson had been working under him for about four years. And he still couldn't do his job properly."I'm so sorry, sir. We are looking for him at the moment.""Do it before every person here notices him," he hissed back at his employee who could only nod at him in submission.Before Jameson could get out of his sight, a man in the same suit as Jameson approached them a