She Agreed to Be a Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée… Then He Fell for Her for Real
Chapter 6
The problem with falling in love was that neither of them admitted it.
Instead, they argued.
They teased each other.
They found excuses to spend time together.
And slowly, their fake relationship became the most natural thing in either of their lives.
Alexander began cooking breakfast.
Badly.
Emma complained.
“You’ve burned the eggs.”
“They’re not burned.”
“They’re black.”
“It’s a new style.”
She laughed.
He smiled.
Then came the first real fight.
Emma received an invitation to a private event.
A former classmate was hosting it.
Alexander saw the invitation.
“You’re not going.”
Emma frowned.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s full of people who want access to you because of me.”
“I can handle myself.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you telling me what to do?”
“I’m protecting you.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
Alexander went silent.
Emma realized she had hurt him.
But she was angry too.
“You can’t turn a fake engagement into a real prison.”
His face hardened.
“You’re right.”
He walked away.
That night, they barely spoke.
The next morning, Alexander left for work without saying goodbye.
Emma felt strangely empty.
She hated it.
She hated that his silence mattered.
She hated that she missed him.
That afternoon, Alexander’s assistant called.
“Emma?”
“Yes?”
“Mr. Sterling was in an accident.”
Her heart stopped.
“What?”
“He wasn’t seriously injured.”
She rushed to the hospital.
Alexander was sitting in a chair with a bandage on his forehead.
He looked surprised to see her.
“What are you doing here?”
Emma stared at him.
“You got hurt.”
“I’m fine.”
She walked toward him.
“Don’t ever do that to me again.”
Alexander froze.
“Do what?”
“Make me think I’ve lost you.”
Silence.
Emma realized what she’d said.
Alexander slowly stood.
“Emma.”
She looked away.
“I shouldn’t have come.”
He caught her hand.
“Don’t.”
She looked at him.
“I thought I was going to lose you.”
He whispered:
“I thought I was going to lose you too.”
Then he kissed her.
This time, there were no cameras.
No contract.
No audience.
Just two people who had stopped pretending.
