Chapter Five: The First Lie
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Elena barely slept that night.
Lying in a bed softer than anything she’d ever known, wrapped in sheets that smelled faintly of cedar and something undeniably expensive, she tossed and turned until the city lights blurred into the early morning haze. Her mind raced with possibilities, fears, and the gnawing realization that in just a few hours, she would be stepping into a world that was nothing like her own.
She had agreed to this madness, but now she wasn’t sure she could pull it off.
A knock at the door made her jolt upright.
“Elena.”
Alexander’s voice was smooth but firm, leaving no room for hesitation.
She groaned, rubbing the exhaustion from her face. “It’s too early for billionaire demands.”
There was a pause. Then, amusement laced his voice. “It’s nearly noon.”
Elena groaned again, throwing back the covers. Right. Her entire life had just changed, and here she was, treating it like any other morning where she could afford to sleep in after a late shift.
Swinging her legs off the bed, she forced herself up and opened the door.
Alexander stood there, dressed impeccably in another perfectly tailored suit, his presence as commanding as ever. He took one look at her messy hair and oversized T-shirt and arched a brow. “Charming.”
She scowled. “Are you here to critique my morning fashion choices?”
“No. We have an image to perfect, and I’d rather not have my fiancée showing up to our first public appearance looking like she just rolled out of a college dorm.”
She crossed her arms. “Technically, I did just roll out of bed.”
His lips twitched as if suppressing a smirk. “Go get ready. You have an appointment with a stylist in an hour.”
“A stylist?” Her stomach dropped. “That wasn’t in the contract.”
“It was implied,” he said smoothly. “You’re about to be seen with me in front of the entire city. You need to look the part.”
Heat flushed through her, equal parts embarrassment and frustration. “And what exactly is ‘the part’?”
Alexander leaned against the doorframe, his gaze steady. “Effortlessly elegant. Sophisticated. Someone the world believes I would fall in love with.”
Her breath caught slightly at that last part, but she masked it with an eye roll. “You know, this whole thing would be a lot easier if you weren’t so infuriating.”
His smirk deepened. “And yet, here you are.”
She hated that he had a point.
With a dramatic sigh, she turned away. “Fine. I’ll be ready in an hour.”
The stylist was a no-nonsense woman named Vivienne, who took one look at Elena and let out a long, theatrical sigh. “Darling, we have work to do.”
What followed was two hours of plucking, brushing, and dressing her up like a life-sized doll. Elena scowled through most of it, but she had to admit—the final result was… shocking.
The woman in the mirror wasn’t her. At least, not the version of herself she was used to.
Her dark hair had been smoothed into soft waves, her makeup flawless yet subtle, emphasizing the sharpness of her cheekbones and the fullness of her lips. The dress—a deep sapphire blue that clung to her in all the right places—looked like something out of a movie. She looked expensive. Untouchable.
Exactly the kind of woman who would be engaged to a billionaire.
Vivienne clapped her hands together. “Perfect.”
Elena exhaled, her fingers brushing over the diamond ring on her left hand. This wasn’t just an act anymore. It was real—at least to the outside world.
And soon, she’d have to convince everyone.
The gala was a shimmering spectacle of wealth and power, the kind of event where people drank champagne that cost more than most people’s rent and discussed stock markets like it was casual gossip.
Elena had never felt so out of place in her life.
The moment she stepped out of the car, cameras flashed. She barely had time to process the blinding lights before Alexander was there, his arm sliding around her waist with practiced ease.
“Smile,” he murmured in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. “And try to look like you adore me.”
She forced a dazzling smile, though she was certain he could feel the tension in her shoulders. “I’m already counting the minutes until I can go home and never do this again.”
Alexander chuckled, low and rich, and to the watching crowd, it must have looked like an intimate moment between lovers. “Welcome to my world.”
They walked into the gala together, a picture of the perfect couple. Elena clung to the rehearsed script in her head—smile, nod, laugh at the right moments. Keep her posture relaxed but poised. Keep her responses charming but not too revealing.
And, above all, don’t let anyone see the cracks.
The first hour went by in a blur of introductions and polite small talk. Alexander moved through the room like a king in his domain, effortlessly commanding attention. People flocked to him, offering handshakes and flattery, while their eyes darted to Elena with thinly veiled curiosity.
“She’s lovely, Alexander,” one older woman cooed, her diamonds catching the light. “Wherever did you find her?”
Elena’s smile tightened. She hated that phrasing. Like she was some rare artifact Alexander had unearthed.
“She found me,” Alexander said smoothly, his fingers brushing over her knuckles. “And I decided I wasn’t going to let her go.”
A ripple of delighted laughter spread through the small group, and Elena forced herself to laugh along, even as her stomach twisted at how easily he lied.
Then, just as she thought she might survive the night without incident, she heard the voice.
“Well, well. This is… unexpected.”
Elena turned, and the man standing before them was the embodiment of smug amusement. He was tall, lean, and carried himself with the effortless arrogance of someone who had never known failure.
Daniel Vaughn.
Alexander’s former right-hand man. The one who had betrayed him.
Alexander’s grip on her waist tightened slightly, his expression unreadable. “Daniel.”
Daniel’s gaze flickered to Elena, assessing her with far too much interest. “And you must be the infamous fiancée. My, my. You do like surprises, don’t you, Alex?”
Elena’s heartbeat kicked up, but she kept her smile in place. “I do hope that’s a compliment.”
Daniel chuckled, though his eyes remained sharp. “Of course. I just find it fascinating how quickly you’ve settled down. Not your usual style.”
Alexander’s smile was all teeth. “People change.”
Daniel hummed as if he didn’t believe it for a second. “Indeed.”
The tension between the two men was palpable, a silent battle neither of them was willing to lose.
Elena did the only thing she could—she played her part.
Leaning into Alexander’s side, she turned her most radiant smile on Daniel. “I suppose I’m just lucky to have met the right man.”
Daniel held her gaze a moment longer before smirking. “Lucky, indeed.”
With a final glance at Alexander, he stepped away, disappearing into the crowd.
Elena exhaled slowly. “That was fun.”
Alexander’s jaw was tight. “He’s up to something.”
She studied him. For the first time that night, his mask had slipped, just a fraction.
And beneath it, she saw something unexpected.
Not just anger.
But worry.
For the first time since this arrangement started, she realized something else was at play.
And whatever it was, it was much bigger than just a fake engagement.
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