Lahat ng Kabanata ng FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I sat at my cluttered work desk, the bright glare of my computer screen adding to the tension that was causing my eye to twitch. As a marketing executive, my days were packed with back-to-back meetings, campaign planning, and endless emails. Today was no different, and I silently begged the clock to move faster. I couldn't wait for the lunch break to finally check the message from my high school friend, Robert.My office space was a mixture of organized chaos: colorful post-it notes stuck to the edges of my monitor, a half-empty coffee cup, and stacks of marketing reports awaiting my attention. My boss, Ms. Marlene Thatcher, had been particularly irritable lately, scrutinizing every minor detail with an unforgiving eye. Ms. Thatcher was an older woman with sharp features and a stern expression that seemed permanently etched into her face. Her salt-and-pepper hair was always pulled back into a severe bun, and her eyes, a cold steel gray, missed nothing. She had a reputation for being s

SOPHIE'S POV I was at my desk, taking my much needed break, the soft murmur of my colleagues and the distant hum of office machines, created a soothing background noise. Then the sound of a screeching voice calling my name. I jolted upright, nearly spilling my coffee. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly turned towards the direction of the voice. There, a few feet away, was Mrs. Thatcher, storming towards me. Her face was twisted in anger, her usually composed expression replaced with one of intense fury. Her glasses sat precariously on the bridge of her nose, a sure sign of her agitation. My mind raced as I tried to recall if I had missed something important or made a serious mistake. But nothing came to mind. I felt a cold sweat forming at the back of my neck as Mrs. Thatcher’s heels clicked sharply against the polished office floor, each step echoing ominously in the suddenly quiet room. Seeing Mrs. Thatcher in such a state was unsettling. She was known for her meticulo

SOPHIE'S POV What are the odds? Charles Brown, the man who had crushed my heart into pieces, the one I thought I’d never have to see again, was going to be on the same boat cruise as me. For two weeks. Two weeks of being trapped on the water with my ex, the ex who had left me in the worst way possible. My dream cruise will be a nightmare with him in it. I felt like my stomach dropped the moment I found out. . Jane has said it so casually, like she had no idea what it would do to me: well she didn't . Charles Brown! That was it. No warning. No easing me into it. Just... him. On my dream boat cruise And why now? I’d been looking forward to this trip the moment Robert broke the good news to me. Preparing my mind, imagining things, counting down the days. It was supposed to be about freedom, about leaving all the crap behind, about being in peace. But now? Now it felt like I was walking right back into the fire. Charles freaking Brown!! The man was a master of disguise. Handso

Sophia paced back and forth in her small office, phone pressed tightly to her ear as Robert’s voice came through the line.“Take a chill pill, Sophia. I’ll get on this as soon as I drop this call. Don’t worry about it,” Robert said, his tone casual, like he wasn’t about to solve the biggest problem of her week with a snap of his fingers.“Easy for you to say,” Sophia snapped, gripping her phone tighter. “Ms. Thatcher acts like she owns my life! Like I don’t have the right to breathe unless it benefits her and her precious deadlines.” The frustration boiled up again just thinking about her boss’s smug face. “I swear she thinks I’m some kind of robot who doesn’t need a break.”Robert chuckled softly on the other end. “Sounds like she needs the vacation more than you.”“Yeah, well, maybe she should take one and leave me the hell alone for once,” Sophia grumbled. There was a brief silence before she added, “Thanks, Robert. Seriously.”“Anytime, Soph. I’ll let you know when it’s sorted.” A

Robert stared at his phone, raising an eyebrow at the text from his mother: "Call me NOW." The urgency made him chuckle. His mother was always dramatic, but she usually had her reasons. He dialed her number, half-expecting something major.“Finally,” her voice came through, a mix of warmth and irritation. “I thought you were going to ignore your poor mother.”“Ma, I run a company,” Robert replied with a smirk. “I don’t have time to drop everything at your every whim.”“You think you’re so important with your billions,” she shot back, but he could hear the smile in her voice. “You’re not too important for your mother.”“Not this again,” Robert sighed, bracing himself for whatever was coming next. His mother always had a way of turning the tables, no matter how hard he tried to stay ahead.“So, I’ve already booked you a blind date for this evening,” she said casually, like she was discussing dinner plans. "Sorry I'm just getting to tell you, your old ma has a lot to do with this weakly