All Chapters of The Billionaire's Fake Romance : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

On the twenty-fifth floor of the Wills Corporation building, the floor-to-ceiling windows let in the mid-morning sunlight in the Kingsley Wills office.His workspace is sleek with contemporary design, its simple lines and sparse clutter, reflecting its measured efficiency. Even though there is a slight buzz of the busy city below, Kingsley's attention is solely on the conversation he is having on the phone. Kingsley leans back in his leather chair and says, "Father." His tight suit suits him like a glove, and his dark hair is brushed beautifully. He is the epitome of professionalism, even in informal settings. Even though they are on different continents, Chief Wills' voice on the other end of the call sounds authoritative. “I have been monitoring the stats from New York. Although the projections appear to be sound, they can always be improved.” "Thank you, sir. To guarantee that the quarterly targets are surpassed, I have started implementing changes.” Kingsley says, his voice

The alarm blares, jolting Louisa awake. Her head starts spinning with the day's task as she reaches for the clock. She roused from sleep, rushing to make sure Liam had everything he needed for the day and getting him ready for school. In addition, she is preparing for work while attempting to multitask. Speaking to his mother, Liam rambles on about his music class and how he had mastered a new song on his recorder. As she assists Liam in getting ready, Louisa listens to him carefully while grinning and making encouraging sounds. Liam abruptly says, "Mommy, when is Daddy moving in with us?" as they are wrapping up. Louisa is so surprised that her hands freeze. Where is this question coming from? She never anticipated Liam asking this kind of question. She pauses, clears her throat, and replies slowly, "Kingsley has his own house, sweetie; he's not going to live with us." Liam's eyes are intrigued as he peers up at her. "Why not? The parents of all of my friends live t

With a broad smile on his face, Kingsley stands outside Louisa's apartment complex. He is excited to witness his son's reaction when he decides to surprise him with dinner and cake. Riding the elevator to the third floor, he enters the door code Louisa had given him previously and the door swings open.With a large chocolate cake and bags of food in his arms, he enters and calls, "Hello? Liam, daddy is here." However, no answer comes. He calls around the apartment, “Bem! Liam!” But still no response. He realizes that the flat is vacant, causing his smile to waver. When he reaches for his phone and tries to call Louisa, his call is directed to her voicemail. She doesn't answer when he tries again. A little deflated, Kingsley sighs. All day, he had been anticipating his time with Liam. However, he chooses to wait just in case Liam or Louisa, or, by good fortune, both of them return soon.He doesn't fancy the idea of the food and his effort going to waste, and the good part, a

As if they'd been caught in the act of committing a crime, both of them leaped back in shock as if jolted by an electric shock. Startled, their eyes meet but they both look away instantly. Kingsley scratches the back of his head uncomfortably. Before he can say another word, Louisa blurts, “I'll get it!” and hurries to the door. With a trembling breath, Kingsley sits down at the edge of the couch and runs a hand through his hair. The kiss–or near kiss–whatever it was, still pounds in his heart. Nervously, Louisa straightens her baggy sweater and peers through the peephole. When she sees the person waiting outside, her stomach turns over. Fred. Of all people! She doesn't like the idea of Fred knowing that Kingsley has passed the night at her place again. She doesn't want drama or unnecessary explanations so early in the morning. But she can't very well ask Kingsley to hide himself without seeming suspicious. Taking a calming breath, she decides to put up an act. Sh

Now," Kingsley utters, in an almost whispery voice, "she has a child. My son, Liam.” He hesitates, staring off into space. "I love him. I adore him, he's just a replica of me when I was his age. Because of him, I can't avoid Louisa anymore.”His poise breaks as he shakes his head. "It is intolerable. I no longer have control over my emotions.Even when I was avoiding Louisa like a plague, she never left my mind and my heart aches whenever I see her.I had to seek Professor Wesley for a check, but he certified me as medically fit. He suggested that I seek counseling and he recommended you.Now that I see Louisa often, I am confused about my emotions.”His eyes are full of pain and uncertainty as he glances up at Tyler. "Is it possible to love someone and hate them at the same time?" For a minute, Tyler looks at him intently. His words, "It’s not uncommon, love and hatred are strong emotions that are frequently connected by memories and closeness. However, Mr. Wills, harboring animo