All Chapters of Fake Dating The Billionaire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Celeste's PovThe scent of truffle risotto and aged wine filled the air, mingling with the soft clinking of silverware and murmured conversations. "Lumière" was the kind of restaurant where the rich indulged in overpriced delicacies while pretending to care about calorie counts. It was also where I spent my nights weaving between tables, balancing trays heavier than my will to live."Order up, Table Fourteen!" The head chef’s voice cut through the kitchen, snapping me out of my daze. I forced a smile, adjusting the stiff black uniform that somehow felt tighter today. Maybe because it had been years since I’d last been served at places like this rather than serving at them.I grabbed the plates, ignoring the ache in my arms, and stepped into the dimly lit dining area. My feet ached from the double shift, but rent was due, and I didn’t have the luxury of quitting.This wasn’t the life I had imagined for myself.At eighteen, I had walked across the graduation stage in designer heels, my

Leo’s POV I didn’t hear the buzz of my phone at first. Not over the quiet hum of the air conditioner. Not over the ticking clock that marked each second I refused to waste. My office was sealed from the chaos outside—soundproofed, temperature controlled, meticulously maintained. I didn’t tolerate noise. Not from people. Not from problems. I'd told Briar not to disturb me. She knew better than to test my limits. But the damn phone kept buzzing. Once. Twice. Three times in rapid succession. I didn’t look up until it buzzed again. And again. I exhaled sharply, jaw clenched, then picked it up. The screen glared back at me with thirteen missed messages. Ten from Briar. Three from my grandmother. A flicker of unease passed through me. Gran never texted more than once. If she had to repeat herself, it meant something was wrong. I unlocked the screen. All the messages boiled down to one line: “Celeste Montgomery is trending.” The name hit me like a punch to the chest. Not because

Celeste’s POV The moment I stepped into Kingsley Tower, the air shifted. It wasn’t cold, but a chill ran through me anyway. Maybe it was the glass walls, the polished marble floors, or the way people in tailored suits moved with quiet efficiency—like they belonged here and knew it. I, on the other hand, was wrapped in my old hoodie, head down, already regretting this. Yet as I made my way toward the reception desk, I noticed something strange. People were looking at me. Not in the usual way, not like they were judging my outfit or wondering what a girl like me was doing in a place like this. No, it was different. They nodded. Smiled. One even offered a slight bow, and I blinked in confusion. Why were they being… respectful? “Miss Celeste?” the woman at the front desk asked, her tone smooth and welcoming. My eyes widened at the sound of my name. “Uh… yeah. That’s me.” “You’re expected. Mr. Kingsley is currently in a meeting, but you may wait on his floor. You’ll

Celeste's Pov I stood outside the kind of building that made you feel poor just by looking at it, the suitcase handle biting into my palm, as I blinked up at the uniformed doorman who was giving me the kind of look reserved for street performers who'd wandered into the wrong neighborhood. “I’m here to move in,” I said, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. “With Leo.” His eyebrow lifted like it had been trained to do so. “Mr. Kingsley?” “No, the other Leo who owns the penthouse on the top floor,” I snapped, then forced a tight smile. “Yes. That Leo.” He gave me a slow once-over. Not the good kind. The kind that said you’ve got to be kidding me. “I wasn’t told to expect anyone today,” he said flatly. “Especially not a... guest.” Of course he didn’t tell them I was coming. That would’ve required basic human decency—something Leo Kingsley had clearly evolved past I clenched my jaw. “I’m not a guest. I’m his girlfriend.” That did it. The second doorman—leaner, younger, clear