All Chapters of The Billionaire's Fake Romance : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

With floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the metropolitan skyline, CEO Ashby's office is spotless as usual.He sits in his chair and stares at Louisa and Evelyn, who are seated across from him.The air is fraught with an implicit awareness of the seriousness of their meeting. Ashby leans forward, his face calm yet grim. With a controlled tone, he starts, "I regret to notify you that Aurora's largest investor has just withdrawn.We are in a vulnerable situation because it is an unexpected event. We urgently need fresh investors.”The buzz of the air conditioner is the only sound to break the ensuing silence as Louisa and Evelyn exchange glances.It is Evelyn who speaks first. “Are there any leads we have? Or must we begin all over again?” Ashby responds, pointing to a blank notepad on his desk, “Let's start from here. Let's come up with ideas." Using their combined expertise, the three of them spent the next hour compiling a list of possible investors who could be

Alan's footsteps reverberate through the opulent corridors of the Modu mansion when he arrives home.He deliberately returns home much earlier than usual, to make up for staying away the previous night.Except for the faint buzz of a television, the home is quiet. His gaze lands on his wife, Marie, as he walks into the spacious living room. With the grace of royalty, she sits with her legs crossed and a bottle of champagne resting on the immaculate glass table next to her. Her look is everything but casual as she takes a gentle sip from her glass while keeping her eyes on the TV. Her dark eyes are like ice, and her lips are pursed into a thin, lethal line. She doesn't even spare Alan a sidelong glance. He stops and takes a long breath to regain his composure. He calls softly, "Marie," but she doesn't reply. Unfazed, he moves in closer, his tone becoming more contrite. "Marie, about yesterday……I apologize. I erred. It was foolish and irresponsible, but it won't happen again. I

Louisa finds it difficult to control her feelings after hearing Fred's hurtful remarks. She trembles a little and clenches her hands while maintaining eye contact with him. "Listen to yourself, Fred. Have you changed into this person? Accusing me without evidence because you're….what? Feeling envious? Feeling resentful that I don't share your feelings?" Fred flinches, but his jaw tightens as he immediately gathers himself. "You think this is about envy? That's rich. Louisa, but I'm not envious. I'm disturbed by the way you string people along and deceive those who genuinely care about you.”Louisa's rage erupts, causing her breath to catch. "I didn't string you along. Fred, I was clear from the start. I believed we were friends. I will always be grateful to you for helping me through the most trying moment of my life. But, it does not imply that I owe you my life or my love!” Fred folds his arms across his chest and scoffs. "Gratitude? That's all I mean to you? Then you repay me

As Cordelia emerges from the elevator, the morning sun begins to shine through the glass panels of Modu Tech's modern headquarters. She heads to her office, mentally organizing the day as her heels click purposefully on the glossy floorboards. A pillar of the business, she had always been effective, accurate, and committed. But something still does not feel right today. She pushes open the door to her office, ignoring the nagging discomfort. Her name is written in bold black ink on a plain white envelope that rests on her desk. She knits her brows in interest. With one swift action, she picks it up and rips it open. The blood drains from her face as soon as her eyes read the first few sentences. Termination of employment. Cold and heartless, the words gaze back at her. She stops for a second, her fingers gripping the letter tighter as incredulity gives way to rage. Her thoughts are racing. This cannot be happening. Not to her. Not after all that she had given up

l The warmth of sunlight streaming through his curtains rouses Kingsley. He looks at his bedside clock and pauses, blinking against the light. 10:02 a.m. He spits out a series of expletives and sits up. He had overslept—badly. It is unheard of for someone as fastidious as Kingsley to get up after 7 AM. But while just sitting there, a strange sense of peace takes the place of pressure. He relives the events of the night before, the agony of unresolved issues, Louisa's steadfast support for him, and Ken Tyler's quiet, sage advice. It had been like letting go of a breath he had been holding for years when he decided to fully accept his feelings for Louisa. He had slept better than he had in several years as a result of this freeing decision. Maybe it is a sign rather than just fatigue. He swings his legs out of bed and thinks, “This is it!” Kingsley's typically rushed stride holds a bounce when he finally makes it to the company. He is unfazed by the usual work chaos