My Fake Boyfriend Is The Real Boss

Chapter 9

Word Count: 817 | Released on: 12/06/2026

w, complimenting his manners, his ambition, and his clear devotion to her daughter. Andrew played his part flawlessl

ith declared it was time for her to go

s ear. "So much better than those silly pictures

n, it was a true pleasure. You must come for

Judith," Andrew replied,

inst it, closing her eyes. The energy drained out of her, leaving her

ef. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Seriou

drew said, his forma

gratitude was real, but she needed to re-establish the boundaries. Th

g out the three hundred dollars she'd

him. "This is for your time. For your trouble." She was trying to tur

ardened. The warmth vanished from his ey

crumpled hundred-dollar bills she had forced on him earlier. He pl

arity," he said, his

ed, flustered. "It's a payment. A business deal. You a

desperate edge. "If you're willing to... to continue this arrangement, just for

ch was sitting on a small desk in the corner. He gestu

browser. He then paused and look

network, and gave him the password. He typed in the address for a private Swi

en he

creen, in bold red letters, was a message: ACCOUNT ACCESS D

ne thing to hear his father's threat. It was another to see

of a man who had never wanted for anything,

He needed time to figure out his next move w

The defiant pride was gone, replaced by a complex, calculating expression. He was lo

uly considering he

st you?" he asked

r. "We're both in a corner. You need a place to live and a way to survive. I need a fake boyfri

options. His pride versus his sur

slow, deli

said. "We h

n and deceit, was sealed in th

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“I spent two years being the perfect girlfriend. Baking birthday cakes. Planning surprise parties. Never asking too many questions-until I walked in on my boyfriend Kevin and my best friend Natalie in my bed. No tears. No screaming. Just the cold clatter of my keys hitting the floor and the final swipe of my thumb erasing him from my life forever. I drove through the rain with nowhere to go-until a man stumbled out of the darkness and into my headlights. Andrew Espinoza was soaked, broke, and homeless. The heir to a billion-dollar empire, disowned by his father for refusing an arranged marriage. He had nothing but the wet suit on his back and a dead phone in his pocket. I should have driven away. Instead, I shoved two hundred dollars into his hand and told him to get in. Now he's sleeping on my couch, wearing my dad's pajamas, pretending to be my boyfriend for my nosy mother. It's a simple arrangement: I pay him. He plays the part. He gets a roof over his head. No questions. No feelings. Strictly business. But the man who grew up with silver spoons doesn't know how to boil water. And I, fresh off a two-year lie, don't know how to trust again. When Andrew looks at me with those dark, unreadable eyes-when he steps between me and the wreckage of my old life without hesitation-I start to wonder: Is he still acting? Or is the line between fake and real starting to blur? "I'd marry her tomorrow. But a decision that important... I'm leaving it entirely up to Alexis." He said that to my mom. I felt it in my chest.”