All Chapters of The Billionaire's Fake Romance : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

There is a rush of excitement on the morning of the highly anticipated pitch competition. Leaders in the sector, investors, and aspirational executives from some of the biggest tech companies fill the WhitMore Tower's main conference center, the venue for the event.The stakes are high: a guaranteed multi-million-dollar investment from Queens Investments, a venture capital giant renowned for catapulting tech businesses to international prominence, is at stake. Cordelia had collaborated with the Innovation and entrepreneurship team and painstakingly brought the event to fruition. The hive of activities at Modu Tech that morning cannot be overemphasized as every worker has been charged with the responsibility of making the event a success, regardless of their position. By 10:00 am, they all file to WhitMore Towers to put the finishing touches before the commencement of the program by midnight.The perseverance of the R&D team is demonstrated by the slick, futuristic exhibition of t

Louisa sniffs, her breath hitching as she hears a sound at her door. She quiets down to listen well and it turns out to be a knock.At first, the knocks are timid, as if the guest is unsure whether or not to disturb her. She ignores it, unwilling to entertain any guest at the moment, but then it becomes firm, deliberate, and relentless.“Louisa! I know you're in there, open the door.”Her head snaps up and she blinks, surprised at the familiar deep voice on the other side of the door.It can't be Kingsley. Her heart skips and her chest tightens. Why did it have to be him, of all people, who showed up to see her in this mess? Why him?He's the one person she could have given anything to avoid at the moment but what now?He probably knows Liam would be unavailable at present, so what exactly is he here for? To add a pinch of salt to her injury?She shuts her eyes tight and places her hands on her ears, blocking out the sound, and to her relief, it stops after a few minutes.Relieved,

Fred had never been more in tune with the art of multi-tasking—running, scrolling, and huffing out curse words all at once. The hospital corridor barely sees the back of his lab coat flutter when he bolts out after Linda’s cryptic comment about Louisa. As he bursts out into the crisp evening air, Fred fiddles with his phone. He still cannot believe his eyes as he keeps gaping at the blog post blaring accusations like a bad tabloid: "Behind the Curtain: Louisa's Scandalous Bargain with Kingsley Wills!" It claimed she’d been sleeping with Kingsley in exchange for business favors for the past five years. Five years! Fred would’ve laughed if it hadn’t punched him in the gut. Five years ago, he hadn't met Louisa yet, but he had known her to be a workaholic for the past four years they'd met. She doesn't even have a man. But this? This is garbage. But his gut still twisted. He blasts out into the evening traffic, clutching a half-eaten tuna sandwich as he maneu

The Springs hotel room is bathed in soft silver light; its surroundings influence a harmony of intimacy and luxury.Cordelia stands by the window, resting against the wall, a glass of champagne in her right hand, gazing out at the beautiful city below.Her reflection in the glass windows by her right side catches her eye: an embodiment of victory and allure.Alan's deep voice, laced with sexual desire, low and light, pulls her back.“Still soaking it all in?” He asks, leaning casually against the bar, his champagne in front of him, exuding a confident charm that makes her heart skip.Cordelia turns to face him, dropping her glass of champagne on a stand beside her, a wide smile playing on her lips, brightening up the room.“Do you blame me? Everything went perfectly well for the first time.My strategy worked–on all accounts. Louisa is taken care of and FlowGate is the future, not simply a pipe dream.”Alan crosses the room to her and remarks, "And you're the genius behind it." Her

With the gentle golden light of dawn streaming in through her window, Evelyn wakes up. Her hand automatically reaches for her phone as she stretches idly. Her heart skips a beat as her eyes adapt to the glow of the screen. There it is—John's message. With a gentle smile on her face, she opens it. "Good morning, Eve. I woke up thinking about how your laugh brightens my entire world. Even the imperfect moments we spend together are ones for which I am thankful. I hope you have the most lovely day, my dear. Nothing less is fair to you.” She reads the lines again, relishing each word and her cheeks flushed. It is more than simply the message; it is John's ability to speak straight to her emotions and remind her of the reasons she had initially fallen in love with him. She moves her finger across the screen as though she can touch the earnestness of his remarks. The magic is broken as her phone suddenly vibrates. Seeing the caller ID, she smiles widely, "Good morning," she says,