Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Pretend Wife: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Before reaching my store, Jane called me multiple times, eagerly inquiring about Noah's call. I responded negatively, explaining that he had arranged for a car to pick me up at the store. Upon finally arriving at the store, Joe and other workers greeted me with excitement and admiration, preventing me from entering my office until they had the chance to capture photographs of me in my stunning dress.Once settled in my office, my phone incessantly chimed with messages from my other friends, curious to know all the details about my lunch date, as Jane had already filled them in. I decided to share some of the pictures taken by my PA, which resulted in a barrage of voice notes from my friends, expressing their enthusiasm and affirming how incredible I looked. Any lingering apprehension I had earlier quickly dissipated as my friends reassured me that I deserved this captivating interlude in my life.Time seems to effortlessly slip away as I find myself engrossed in my work, when suddenly

With a firm grip, Noah guides me out of the dining room, akin to an experienced adult leading a child on a thrilling escapade. Anticipation fills me, tinged with a hint of apprehension. The wine I've consumed has managed to loosen my inhibitions, fueling my eagerness to discover what awaits us in the coming minutes.Ascending one of the grand, winding staircases that stretches towards the uppermost level of the house, I can't help but be taken aback by the sheer number of steps. "This staircase seems to stretch on endlessly," I comment as we continue our ascent.Noah chuckles briefly in response. "You'll grow accustomed to it," he reassures me.Though uncertain of his meaning, I deem it inappropriate to ask trivial questions at this moment. My sole desire is to witness if the upstairs area possesses the same breathtaking beauty as the ground floor. Upon reaching the top, an astonishing sight unfolds before my eyes—an exquisitely adorned living room, the epitome of opulence. It surpas

I could hear Najite take a deep breath before she began to explain. "Well, it seems that some paparazzi managed to capture pictures of you and Noah together at his place. They're referring to you as 'the mystery woman'. Although your face isn't clearly visible in the images, anyone familiar with you would recognize you instantly. These pictures have gone viral. Every blog out there has posted them on their websites. Darling, you've become famous!"My head starts spinning abruptly, as if I've been caught in a whirlwind that's swirling me around at an incredible speed. Someone managed to capture photos of me and Noah together, and now they've leaked them to gossip blogs. Who could have done such a thing, and what could be their motive?"Oh my goodness, Clara, please tell me this is just a joke," I urgently pleaded into the phone, hoping for some reassurance."No, I'm serious. You should check out the FameFamous Blog on Instagram. It's all over there. The pictures have also made their wa

Suddenly, my phone began to ring, catching me off guard. Without even checking the caller ID, I unintentionally pressed the answer button and found myself speaking to Joe, my receptionist. "Hey Joe," I greeted him casually. "What's going on?""Cassandra , I anticipate that you'll terminate my employment or perhaps even harm me for what I'm about to confess, but before anything else, I want to sincerely apologize," he says, his tone tinged with foreboding.I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Joe has a tendency to exaggerate and make a fuss about even the most insignificant matters. "What's the matter, Joe? Will you be absent from work tomorrow because your boyfriend is unwell, or is it your grandmother this time?"He lets out a sigh, and the unease in his voice immediately catches my attention. "I wish the situation were that simple right now, but it's not," he admits, his nerves palpable.Concerned, I inquire, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"After inhaling audibly, he proceeds to spea

"You really don't want me as an adversary, Cassandra ," she warned, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. With an air of indifference, she turns around and saunters out of my store. Joe and I were left speechless, merely observing her departure, as though she owns the place and we are her subordinates. It's incredibly frustrating!"What just happened?" Joe finally manages to ask, his voice filled with bewilderment."I have no clue, but I won't tolerate such nonsense here or anywhere else. I'm going to confront Noah and make it clear that this behavior is unacceptable," I assert, determined to address the issue.Leaving Joe and other workers to tidy up the store and prepare for closing, I march angrily to my office. Once inside, I snatch my mobile phone from the desk and dial Noah's number. He answers immediately, almost as if he's been anticipating my call."Hey, Cassandra ," he greets with a cheerful tone. "I've been contemplating the right moment to reach out to you. I'm genuine