THE FAKED RELATIONSHIP WITH THE BILLIONAIRE

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ensuring she could recall every detail effortlessly. She knew that any slip-up could unravel their carefully con

ions, each session reinforcing the details they needed to present convincingly. Despite her initial reservations, Isabella found hers

nt yet understated. Alex had advised her to keep her appearance conservative, knowing his grandfather would scrutinize every deta

m smile. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his presence as com

ied, her voice steady desp

posing mansion came into view, Isabella's anxiety spiked. She took a deep breath

feel like a schoolgirl facing the headmaster. "Welcome, Isabella," he sa

replied, forcing a smile.

e table was set with gleaming silverware and crystal glasses, a testament to the family's w

atters. Isabella answered his questions confidently, each response a carefully rehearsed part of their

ed. "Isabella," he said, his tone sharp. "Tell

tect," she began, her voice steady. "He designed several notable buildings in the city before retiri

ed slightly. "And wh

smoothly. "It was a quiet place, but it prov

s gaze never leaving her face. "An

g to the script. "He's currently working at a hospital in New Y

th other family members occasionally interjecting with their own questions. Isabell

softened, and Isabella began to feel more at ease. She even found herself

sation. Isabella sat beside Alex, their hands intertwined for appearance

drawing the room's attention

at a charity event," she began. "I was volunteering with a nonprofit organization,

"A charity event, you say?

lied without hesitation. "They provide books and e

he corners of his mouth. "A noble cause.

arnestly. "Growing up, books were my escape and my inspiration. I

Admirable," he said, his tone warmer. "You

of relief at his words

Edward pulled Alex aside for a brief conversation. Isabella couldn't hear thei

on was unreadable. "Ready to go?

his. As they walked to the car, she co

n his eyes. "He said he was imp

e evening finally dissipating. "I'm glad

lighter. They had passed a significant test, but Isabella knew there would be more

the events of the previous night. She tried to focus on her work, but her thoughts

uzzed with a text from Ale

ty piqued. When she entered, Alex greeted her with

said, gesturing to the food. "Plus,

teful for the distraction

ement party next weekend. It'll be a bigger event, with a lot of extended fam

a bite of her sandwich.

already established our story. We just