All Chapters of The Billionaire's Fake Romance : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

With each step echoing her rage, Marie sprints out of Modu Tech, her heels hitting the shiny floor like bullets. She can still picture Cordelia's arrogant comments, her rebellious stance, and her smug expression. Not only is Cordelia having an affair with her husband, but she is also refusing to quit her father's business despite being dismissed. Marie's anger boils to the surface. The wintry breeze nips at her cheeks as she leaves the building, but she doesn't bat an eye. Tom, her driver, is waiting and looks anxiously as he opens the door of the elegant black vehicle. Without saying anything, she slides into the rear seat. "Home, ma'am?" Tom takes a chance. "Just drive!" she yells in a cold tone. Tom remains silent. Modu Tech is left behind when the automobile draws away. With precise tapping of her manicured nails, Marie grabs her phone out of her high-end purse. She combs through her contacts until she comes to a name that has just one mysterious symbol: ★

Fred lays in bed silently, gazing up at the ceiling. Through his partially open window, the chilly night air filters in the subtle aroma of rain. In contrast to the ragged breaths of the morning, his chest rises and falls steadily. Thanks to Linda and Dr. Stanley's visit, he is emotionally and medically stable. He feels lighter, even better, although his mind keeps returning to Louisa and the quarrel that had caused him to almost lose his mind. The sharp edges of the anguish are blunted, but the recollection still hangs there. The shock had been lessened by Linda's surprise visit, which calmed his jangled nerves. However, he still cannot cannot ignore his nagging suspicion about Linda and Stanley's relationship. They seem to have gotten even more comfortable with each other, and it makes him feel uneasy, but considering his recent experience with Louisa, he decides to take the lesson and let things happen naturally. He eyes the phone on his nightstand as he rolls onto

The buzz of the New York night replaces the hiss of the airplane doors opening. She appears, powerful but hidden, an unmistakable presence. Oversized sunglasses protect her eyes even though there is no sunlight, and a silk scarf, beautifully wrapped beneath her chin, covers the sharp features of her face. Her heels click quietly on the shiny airport floor as she strolls with the kind of grace that attracts attention effortlessly. As she steps out into the clean, cool air, her luggage, a simple set of leather-bound bags, slides after her. She halts on the curb for a time, breathing deeply and tilting her face skyward. She acknowledges privately that she is home, and the tiniest hint of a smile pulls at her lips. Or maybe not quite at home. Not quite yet. She glances at the line of yellow cabs idling nearby, the city lights dancing in her sunglasses. She flags one down with a single elegant wave. With its tires screeching on the wet pavement, the cab arrives. She

As Kingsley strides into the office, his usual sharp suit and brightness appear to light up the entire floor, and the lively buzz of activity at Wills Corporation fills the air. His smile is unwavering, his walk has a bounce, and he greets his staff with a warmth that makes them notice his good mood. A junior staff member greets, "Good morning, Mr Wills!" and is taken aback by the broad smile that is fixed on his face. "Good morning! Isn't today a wonderful day to be alive?” He responds by giving the young man a shoulder clap before moving on to his office. Hardy observes from a distance and walks up to him. As they walk side by side after exchanging greetings, Kingsley whistles a happy tune. Hardy arches an eyebrow. "All right, what's going on?" It feels like you're on another planet today, even though you've been exceptionally sunny since yesterday. What's the good news, please?” Glancing at him briefly, Kingsley laughs. "Oh, please, Hardy, a man cannot just enjoy his d

After what seems like an age, the van screeches to a stop. Crumpled and shaking in the back, Cordelia attempts to raise her head but is unable to do so due to the excruciating pain that shoots through her entire body. The men haul her out like a rag doll after yanking the doors open. As they drag her toward a dark warehouse encircled by thick woods, her feet scuff the gravel. With a savage chuckle, one of the men pushes her through the door and remarks, "Welcome to your new home." The warehouse smells of grease and moisture inside. Long shadows are thrown on the concrete walls by the menacingly flickering light above, creating a chill and causing the concrete walls to throw extended shadows. She is flung upon a hard, chilly floor. Cordelia groans and grips her ribs as the pain flares up again. "Stay down, lady," the leader, who is taller than her, sneers. "This is not the place for you to act arrogant. I'm determined to deal with you like a mere pawn.” Cordelia str