All Chapters of Faking It with the Billionaire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Aurora)After dinner had finished and a couple heartfelt speeches made, the group decided to head to the club because no one was ready to give up the night, not even after the ridiculous game of truth or dare.I agreed because, well, Jenny was here of course. And so was Leon, in quite close proximity to Claire. Something inside of me didn’t want to see them together, no matter how much uncertainty it might add to my marriage with Leon.The club pulsed with energy, the bass thrumming through the walls and vibrating beneath my feet. Multi-coloured lights danced across the crowd, casting fleeting shadows over faces flushed with excitement. Our group had spilled onto the dance floor, pairing off instinctively. Somehow, I ended up with Owen, his warm smile steady as he offered me his hand.The music swirled around us as Owen led us into a relaxed rhythm, but my focus kept slipping. “You okay?” he asked, leaning closer to be heard over the music.“Yeah,” I replied automatically, but another

(Aurora)The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as I settled into the chair across from Jenny at our favorite café near the company. It had become our unofficial sanctuary – away from the deadlines, office gossip, and, in my case, Leon.Jenny took a sip of her latte and leaned in, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. “So,” she began, her tone casual but laced with curiosity, “did you hear about the big announcement next week? The company’s hiring a rising star in jewelry design.”My mouth opens but then falls shut back down. “Is it Claire?” I asked with probably a gloomy look plastered all over my face.Jenny winces and her shoulders slump, “So… you know.”I shrugged, “Of course. I knew she was after something but I thought it was just Leon,” I scoffed bitterly and shook my head, “Turns out, she’s after the job as well, and my husband handed it to her, wrapped up in a neat little bow..”Jenny gives me one of her sympathetic looks before saying, “By the way, did something happe

(Aurora)The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the room, mixing with the soft beeping of the heart monitor that seemed to echo my every breath. Leon, despite the bandages wrapped around his head and the dark circles under his eyes, was still working. I could hardly believe it.“Do you need help with that?” I asked, my voice low, as I stood at his side, watching him work despite everything.“I’m fine,” he replied with a faint smile, though there was a tiredness in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. “It’s just some emails, nothing I can’t handle.”I shook my head, unable to mask the concern in my eyes. It was the way he refused to rest, as if he couldn’t afford to take a break, like something relentless was always nipping at his heels. Typical Leon—always determined to fix everything on his own."Okay," I sat down beside him, my fingers briefly brushing his hand. "I just hope you’ll lean on me more."a quiet reminder that he didn’t have to face this alone.My phone rang, breaking the

(Aurora)We rushed back to the hospital room at lightning speed, only to be greeted by a bizarre scene. Claire sat on the floor, her hair disheveled and face contorted in rage, shouting at the top of her lungs. James towered over her, equally furious, while Leon struggled—and failed—to calm the situation.“Aurora!” Leon’s eyes lit up when he saw me. “Thank god you’re back!”Claire glared at me like an angry lioness. “Keep your family in check, Aurora! He’s crazy!”James spun around, dramatically pointing at Claire before flashing me a lazy grin. “I’m just looking out for you, sis. I walk in, and there’s Claire, all snuggled up to Leon like a koala on a dying tree. So I step in. And what does she do? Tells me to mind my own business! Seriously? She’s been eyeing Leon for ages. You’ve gotta wean the old cat off the catnip. Enough with the yowling, come on!”“What did you just say?” Claire screeched. “Shut the trap! You little—”“Claire, calm down” I stepped between them. “You know James

(Aurora)I woke up early, savoring a few quiet moments before the day truly began. The warmth of the shower helped clear my mind, the steam wrapping around me like a temporary escape. I brushed out my hair carefully, tying it back neatly before slipping into a soft blouse and tailored pants. A touch of makeup followed – not too much, just enough to feel composed. With a deep breath, I steadied myself and stepped out of my room, hoping for a peaceful morning.That hope vanished the moment I entered the dining room. The sharp edge of Isabella’s voice cut through the morning air, her words laced with frustration. Across from her, Jacob sat rigid, his jaw clenched, his usual calm demeanor strained under the weight of the argument. Claire, seated at the table, kept her head down, quietly eating her breakfast as if willing herself to disappear. Even the staff moved carefully, their footsteps hushed as if trying to avoid drawing attention.I hesitated in the doorway, uncertain whether to ste