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Fake Fiancée, Real Feelings

Chapter 3 The Billionaire's Play Card

Word Count: 1018    |    Released on: 06/12/2024

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the top floor. Gideon Crosswell sat at the head of a long glass table, his piercing blue eyes fixed on me. His fitted c

of my bag. "It seems that your security team

t reach his eyes. "They appreciate prudence, Miss Sincl

to intimidate me. "You summoned me here." "Th

I were a puzzle he couldn't solve. For a short time

our gallery is weeks away from foreclosu

m my face. He did not eve

," I answered, my voice firm desp

ery with his bare hands, and you've been struggling to keep it o

remain calm. "If you're here to lecture me on my mistake

not bring you here to discuss your failures, Miss

d. "A wa

placed his elbows on the ta

ce fell

, certain I had misunder

e most normal thing imaginable. "Only tempor

to absorb the lunacy of his

e you, I

"You could employ any actress, model, or needy socialit

n actress. You are grounded, intelligent, and fiercely independent. "You're the k

it?" I demanded whi

ry," he rep

roz

ent. In exchange, you will play the part of my loyal fiancée for six months. Afte

words sank in. He made it sound so simp

he catch?

that this arrangement will require your total commitment. You'll attend events

priva

e said, leaving no space for disagreement

peared to be a solution to my hopes. However, the idea of dedicating myself to so

is?" I inquired, tu

slightly. "That's

or m

They believe it will stabilize the company's reputation. I need to paci

this may potentially save everything I'd worked for. On the o

s if I say n

ed. "Then you will lose th

heart, but I refused to show h

f I sa

his tone softening just enough to make me be

ght of the decision

ne," I exclai

metimes, the most insane choices

which was undoubtedly loaded with contracts and p

to think,"

ed, standing and buttoning his jack

nge gleaming in his eyes. "Do

ake his han

lied, grabbing my bag an

he text that you would

was racing; I couldn't shake the fee

folded piece of paper. I picked it up and opened it, my breath

. He is not who

wered. Who left the note? What exact

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