All Chapters of The Billionaire's Fake Romance : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“It's okay, honey. I'm glad to be here with you.” Louisa says, looking affectionately at Liam. Something comes to her mind and she looks up at Fred, who is standing beside her, his hands buried in his lab coat.Fred raises his eyebrow inquisitively and Louisa stands and walks him towards the window, away from Liam.“Fred, I hope this won't affect the timeline of the transplant?” “About that, we'll observe him till evening and decide,” Fred hesitates, then adds “but it's unlikely, he's stable.” Louisa sighs and returns to her seat beside Liam, spreading her lips into a thin line. “Is there anything you would like to eat honey?” Liam replies in the negative, shaking his head. ****************************Leaning back in his high-backed leather chair, Kingsley Wills gazes out the large glass windows framing the cityscape below.With unrivaled wealth, influence, and reach, Wills Corporation, USA looms over the metropolis. However, for the first time in a while, K

On a Monday morning, Louisa stands with confidence, checking herself out in front of the half length mirror in the bathroom of Liam's private hospital room. She had practiced her presentation for the investors conference for many hours and even overnight, honing every little detail. She would have loved to spend the night on her comfy bed at home but for Liam's surgery scheduled for the following day. "Mom, you look sharp." Liam smiles adoringly at his mother as she exits the bathroom and takes a seat on a single chair, crossing her legs. Louisa grins, resolve gleaming in her eyes. "Thank you, my love. I'm sharp." Her phone beeps with a text from Dave, her research assistant and she reaches for it. "Miss Emerson, the technical staff will be ready to put up the presentation equipment at eight in the morning. I'll see you at nine.” With a mental cross off her list, Louisa nods to herself. Looking up at Liam, she says, “it's Fred's day off. He promised to stay with you til

“Come on, Evelyn,” Cordelia says, waving dismissively while feigning innocence. “I'm only saying we should be consistent. Respect requires some of us to put in more effort and not take shortcuts.” She gave Alan a thoughtful glance, as he observes the conversation with a slight smirk of satisfaction. Silently, Ashby watches as well, his face unreadable, but his silence is almost acquiescence. Louisa takes a deep breath, lifts her chin, and looks directly into Cordelia's eyes. "I won't respond in a way that would degrade your implication, Cordelia. “If you're worried about professionalism, you might want to concentrate on your own. It is hardly the conduct of a professional who strives for honesty to ruin a presentation.” Cordelia's face briefly lit up with rage, but she quickly recovers and smiles mockingly at Louisa. “Be careful, Louisa. You're portraying me as your adversary.” Even though everyone can still hear her, she leans closer and speaks almost in a whisper. “For

Just like Lyon, Hardy has not been able to find out anything regarding Liam's paternity. He had used every available resource at his disposal, which is a lot, but still, he got no useful result. Louisa indeed took care of it nicely so that anyone doesn't find anything, no matter how hard they try. But he isn't about to give up. His interest in it only heightens day after day. He knows Louisa to be a cunning woman and he can feel it in his gut that she is probably up to her old tricks again. But who is she trying to deceive this time? Five years ago, it was him. Who is her prey now? Stepping into the ICU and seeing Liam lying almost lifelessly on his bed, his heart sinks as memories of his after-surgery ordeal resurface. Why is Louisa denying such a fragile kid the love of his father — whoever it is? She probably has her reasons but does she think she can care for this boy alone? Looking around, he finds that she is absent and he heaves a sigh. Although her absence i

But all is still. The weight of silence surrounds him, thick and pressing. As Kingsley fills out the required documentation, his hand quivers a little. He quietly chastises himself, realizing that he has come too far to lose his nerve now. After finishing, he returns the paperwork, and the receptionist directs him to a private waiting area. A few minutes later, a lab technician with a clipboard and a white coat shows up. "Mr. Kingsley, I understand you’re here for a paternity test?" Nodding, Kingsley replies, “that's correct." ”With caution, he produces the vial and hands it over, saying, "I have a sample here." The technician points to an adjacent chair after taking a quick look at the vial. “To conduct the test, we'll also need a sample from you. This won't take long at all.” After settling onto the chair, Kingsley rolls up his sleeve and prepares himself mentally. The technician swabs the inside of Kingsley's cheek, and although the entire process ends quickly, Kin