All Chapters of Fake Marriage: The Trillionire Tycoon's Fiesty Bride : Chapter 591 - Chapter 600

Her eyes, usually so bright and full of life, glistened with tears that fell in unrelenting streams. Those beautiful eyes, once akin to brilliant stars, now reflected nothing but hurt. He stepped toward her instinctively, but she moved back, widening the distance between them.Regret struck him like a wave, heavy and suffocating. He hadn’t intended to push her so far, to break through her boundaries in this way. He only meant to test her resolve, not to wound her so deeply. Now, guilt and remorse clung to him like an oppressive weight as he stood frozen, unable to undo the damage he had caused.“Look away…” she begged, her voice shaking as she pressed herself against the glass window.Despite how she promised her to never win Damien over with her tears, she couldn't control herself. She swore she would never cry over a man as she had done with Mark in the past.“Eva,” he whispered, stepping closer, but she held up a trembling hand to stop him.“I’ll stop bothering you,” she stammered

Eva buried her face in his shoulder, her fingers gripping his shirt tightly. Memories from the past threatened to overwhelm her, but Damien’s calming presence kept her grounded.“Relax,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “I’ve got you.”“Can I ask you something?" Eva asked as she pulled back to look at him.Damien gave her a slight nod which was a permission for her to ask as he caressed her cheeks.“That night at the hotel……I mean the first time we met…..”" What night?” Damien questioned, cutting her off. Of course he knew what Eva was talking about but he just chose to act like he didn't know.Eva creased her brow slightly when she heard his question. “I'm talking about the night we both had a one night stand. You remember everything that happened, right?" She asked. This time explaining what she really meant.“Hm. I do. Why did you ask?" Damien replied, wondering why she was asking about it all of a sudden.“Nothing. I just wanted to know if you still re

After parting ways with his assistants at the airport, Damien headed straight for the Black Mansion. For a brief moment, he contemplated the idea of sneaking into Eva’s room, but such an action seemed beneath him. He was Damien Cross, after all. There was no need for stealth when confidence was his forte.Thus, with a heavy wooden box in hand, he found himself at the grand doors of the Black Mansion. Inside the box lay a selection of Da Hong Pao tea, priced at two million dollars per gram, and an emerald jade tea set handcrafted by an artisan whose work was once prized by royalty. These were not mere gifts; they were tokens of respect, strategically chosen to win over Eva's formidable grandfather.When the butler opened the door, her surprise at seeing Damien quickly melted into a composed greeting. "Good evening, Mr. Cross." Butler Song bowed, stepping aside to let him in.George was already waiting in the grand living room, his posture regal and imposing. The air was thick with tens

George was engrossed in the documents he had brought home from the office, his study room silent except for the faint scratch of his pen on paper. The faint knock on the door interrupted his focus.“Come in,” he called, his voice carrying authority.The door opened, and Eva stepped inside, a tray in her hands. The familiar scent of polished wood and old books lingered in the air as she walked toward him. George looked up, his piercing gaze softening slightly when he recognized his granddaughter.“Eva,” he remarked, surprised. “What brings you here?”“I brought you this,” she said, placing a steaming cup of tea beside him.George’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the cup, then back at her. It wasn’t unusual for the staff to bring him his tea, but Eva rarely did so herself. He studied her face, sensing there was more to her visit.The moment stirred a memory—of a young Eva, her tiny hands carefully carrying a teacup to his office, beaming with pride. The tea had often been awful

After her conversation with George, Eva spent two more days at the Black Mansion, giving herself time to reflect before making her final decision. The grand halls and serene gardens provided the perfect backdrop for her contemplation. When Eva finally made up her mind, she felt a renewed sense of clarity—she was going back to Miami.When she told Damien of her decision, his concern was immediate. He wanted her to return with him, but Eva had firmly refused. Her trip to California had been for work, and now that her business here was done, she planned to return with the same purpose—work. Nothing else would sway her.Despite his reluctance, Damien respected her decision. “Eva, are you ready?” Gwen called from the living room as Eva descended the grand staircase. Her heels clicked softly against the marble steps, and her suitcase rolled behind her.“Yes. What about you?” Eva asked, meeting Gwen halfway.Gwen nodded, while rolling her eyes. “I’ve been ready for hours.”Eva chuckled soft