All Chapters of Fake Marriage: The Trillionire Tycoon's Fiesty Bride : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

After wasting so much of her remaining energy, Eva became extremely tired. She took notice of the couch placed on the opposite side of the black, and lifeless room.Eva weakly dragged her legs, she walked slowly to it and the second she sat down, she felt her entire body grow completely weak and she slowly felt her consciousness slip out of her body.“Resting for a few moments wouldn't hurt." Eva tiredly muttered to herself.Soon, she found herself lying on the couch comfortably and curling into a ball. In a matter of minutes, she was completely asleep. ********Damien woke up in the middle of the night as he normally does. He sat up on the bed and ran a tired hand through his black silky hair before realizing his situation. He frowned instantly when he gathered the fact that he was in his bed, barely covered by the blanket. He was still wearing the dark blue three-piece suit from this morning, except for the fact that it was a bit disheveled from being used as pajamas. The frown on

Frowning to herself, she threw off the cover and stood up. She breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw that she was still wearing the same clothes and that her undergarments were still intact. At least he was a gentle man and didn't attempt to change her clothes when she was unconscious and obvious to her surroundings. Putting on the slippers by the door, she pulled the door open. The delightful smell got stronger the moment she stepped out of the room, making her stomach grumble at the idea of food. She followed the scent of the food, and on her way to the dining area, she couldn't help but be amazed at the interior decoration of Damien's house. It was enormous and the contemporary design was a perfect blend of wealth and minimalism, similar to what she saw from his room. Seeing the promising success and how prosperous the layout was, she could proudly assume that the house was designed with the help of a qualified, advanced level home designer. She could see the view of the vast

Sarah controlled it and smirked to herself.She might be able to successfully get rid of Eva, if she was able to make herself seem like the victim. Damien was rumored and earned him a reputation of making sure anyone who schemed against him or his people were severely punished. Since she had been working exceptionally for him for the past three and half years, she could also be considered as one of ‘his people ‘. Besides, no one likes a bad-tempered woman……..She planned to treat Eva as roughly as possible in order to push all of her red buttons which would eventually force her to slap her. Thinking about how hard Eva might slap her, she slightly hesitated. Although Eva appeared to have a frail stature, she had heard countless rumors and speculation of rich women from wealthy families to beat up their maids mercilessly. What if Eva was able to leave dark bruises on her beautiful cheeks? Just then, she shook her head and brushed the thought aside and smiled. The darker her bruise, the

Eva couldn't wipe the smile off her face, despite the fact that she rolled her eyes at his words. He walked over and sat down at the head of the table since he had pulled the chair next to him for Eva earlier to seat, so she was practically seated next to him. A few moments later, the two were done eating their meal and Damien was ready to take her back home. However, he had to get ready first, so Eva patiently waited for him in the living room. Sitting on the plush couch with one of her legs crossed over the other, she playfully browsed through her phone when she suddenly remembered that she had left her purse in Damien's room.She got up from the couch and decided to look for his room to get her purse back. After walking around for a while, she realized that she was lost in this house. Huffing and puffing in annoyance, she tried to retrace her steps back to the living room but only to find that she was getting more and more lost. Eva stopped and looked around and noticed that the

“I don't have time to waste and engage in your damsel-in-distress act. And for the record, I would be nice enough to bust your bubbles before someone else does. You aren't putting up an oscar for your terrible performance. You have only two choices, first, either you get your sorry ass up and follow to a private place so that we can talk about a solution. Your second choice, you can keep wailing like a baby while sitting on this floor. I'm fine with either of your decisions you make, however, don't dare slander my name because you just jumped into conclusion about me.” Eva coldly remarked as she stared down at Sarah. She could clearly hear the gasps that came from the servant but she decided to brush it aside. “You're obviously a grown woman with perfectly working legs, right? It looks so pathetic, so stand up and stop crying on the floor.” Eva added on as she glowered over Sarah, her eyes burning on fire. If looks could kill, Sarah would have long been buried because she would have