All Chapters of Fake Marriage: The Trillionire Tycoon's Fiesty Bride : Chapter 671 - Chapter 680

The affable smile on Alex wavered the slightest bit, the enthusiasm in his eyes dying out. It was replaced with subtle irritation.His eyes flickered to the arm wrapped securely around Eva's waist. With a swift motion, he reached out and tried to pull her toward him, but Damien's grip was far tighter than it appeared. Eva didn’t budge an inch.Eva glanced back and forth between them, her brows knitting in confusion. She could almost feel the crackle of tension in the air as the two men locked eyes in an unspoken battle of dominance. Despite standing on a public sidewalk, the atmosphere around them felt suffocating. The more they glared at each other, the more annoyed she became."Let go of her," Alex demanded, his tone seething with barely restrained animosity for the man holding Eva so possessively, as if she belonged to him.Without hesitation, Damien’s hand shot out, gripping the wrist that had dared to try and snatch Eva away. His grip applied just enough pressure to inflict pain

--When Eva got home, her grandfather, George, was already seated at the dining table. A maid pulled out her chair, and she sat down with poise, her every movement exuding grace. She addressed her grandfather with a bright, placating smile, hoping to diffuse his displeasure."Grandfather, I apologize for the delay. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long?" Eva said politely, though she had arrived fifteen minutes earlier than promised."Yes, you did," George responded curtly, his tone sharp. Despite his prickly words, Eva remained unfazed. She had grown up under his watchful eye, his exacting standards shaping her into the composed woman she was today.Eva glanced at the dishes spread before them. The steam rising from them indicated they had just been freshly prepared.Though she noticed the fault in his words, Eva chose to quietly say, "I’m sorry." She knew her grandfather valued time, since he rarely spent time with family, especially shared meals.George picked up his fork and p

Eva pushed the troubling thought aside as she opened the doors to Granse. She had expected the usual enthusiastic greeting from the staff, but was instead met with indifference and thinly veiled mockery. One of the saleswomen, a woman in her late thirties with a confident sneer etched across her face, was the first to address her."We apologize, ma’am, but the dress you commissioned is no longer available. Another client purchased it, citing the urgency of their event," the woman said with a tone dripping in false politeness.Eva’s sharp eyes assessed the woman. There was no remorse, only smugness, as if she had orchestrated this inconvenience herself."That’s interesting," Eva said coolly. "Considering the dress was tailored specifically for me and purchased yesterday. Care to explain how it was suddenly sold?"The older woman didn’t falter. Instead, she gestured towards a younger associate, likely fresh out of college, who chimed in with an air of disdain. "Don’t worry, the funds ha

---The Next DayThe socialite circles buzzed with excitement over the upcoming Dust Flex Conglomerate banquet, the most anticipated event of the season. The guest list was a mix of the elite, from affluent business moguls to celebrated figures in the entertainment and fashion industries. Ever since its announcement, the city couldn’t stop talking about it. With limited invitations, desperation ran high, and everyone scrambled to secure their spot.Socialites begged their partners, daughters pleaded with their mothers, and sons sought favors from their fathers, but entry wasn’t guaranteed, no matter the connections. The event’s exclusivity, coupled with top-tier security, made it nearly impenetrable. Reporters jostled for prime spots, hoping to capture the best shots of the glamorous arrivals.At one of Miami's most prestigious hotels, a crimson red carpet stretched from the street to the grand banquet hall. Velvet ropes lined the walkway, guarded by stern-faced security. Overhead, he

" Miss Eva, please tell us, is Mr. Cross your next big thigh? There are speculations that you're clinging onto him.” A reporter confidently asked, despite being under the pressure of Eva's calm gaze."Why would I need a ‘big-thigh’ when I am one myself?" she answered coolly, her dignified tone leaving the crowd stunned.Her words resonated deeply, shutting down any attempt to undermine her. Those who tried to tarnish her reputation were now questioning their beliefs.They all knew deep down that she was right. She was Evangeline Carter.Her name alone carried enough weight to silence doubters, and her commanding presence solidified it further. It was one thing to wear an exquisite dress, but to exude the grace and confidence that made it come alive was a rare trait. Eva needed no man's wealth or validation to define her. From the moment she was born, her legacy and the fortune tied to it were more than enough to secure a life of endless possibilities.Yet, some reporters, desperate to