The Fake Wife

Anthony Perez, a 24-year-old from a wealthy family of entrepreneurs, is serious about his work. Time and work are important to him. He has no time for women or friends; he only wants to work and sleep. This is due to the pressure of being the heir to his father's and family's companies. His father and mother, along with Anthony, discussed arranging his marriage to a woman from another wealthy family and company owner, to further strengthen the foundation of their companies. This woman is Isabela Lopez, the daughter of a wealthy businessman and owner of a company partnered with Anthony's family's company. However, Anthony is against the arranged marriage because he doesn't like Isabela. She's not the type of woman he wants to spend his life with. He dislikes pretentious women, and furthermore, he doesn't want to get married at a young age. Anthony has other priorities: his missing younger sibling and his sick mother. Therefore, marriage is not on his mind. He will find a way to prevent his father from controlling his life, as his father has controlled him and his dreams his entire life. He won't let his father control him again. While Anthony is drinking alcohol at a bar, he quickly drinks the wine in his glass. A woman sits down next to him, not far from where he's sitting. She's a beautiful woman, and from her words while ordering a drink, it's clear she's a strong-willed woman. She's wearing a black jacket and her hair is tied in a bun. She immediately notices the man who's been staring at her. "What are you staring at?" she says, with a hint of sarcasm. This is Julia Marquez. She comes from a poor background and works at a coffee shop. She also takes on various part-time jobs to pay for her school allowance and her family's expenses. "Um, are you a first timer here?" Anthony asks. "No, I come here once a week," Julia replies." "I'm Anthony Perez," Anthony said, extending his hand to Julia. "Julia," Julia replied, taking Anthony's hand. "Do you work here in the city?" Anthony asked Julia, sipping his wine. "Yes, I work at a coffee shop and I also do part-time jobs. I need to hustle for my family," she replied, drinking her beer. "Good for you, a very hardworking, independent woman," Anthony said, gazing at Julia's beautiful face. Anthony seemed to have found a solution to his problem. Julia was the answer to his problem. How could a stranger be the solution to his problem? The solution was gradually forming in Anthony's mind. The poor Julia Marquez was the answer to his problem. Anthony's POV: I immediately lay down on the bed as the room spun, I must have had too much wine at the bar earlier. It was already eleven o'clock at night. I closed my eyes. I had a lot of work to do at the company tomorrow. My whole body quickly drifted off to sleep. "Anthony, help..." I immediately turned around when I heard a familiar female voice. A familiar voice I had been searching for a long time. It was Analyn, my younger sister who had been missing for a long time, and my mother and I had been searching for her for so long. "Analy, why only now?" I asked her, tears welling up in my eyes. "Brother help..." Analyn gradually disappeared like smoke. I suddenly sat up in bed. It was morning already, the sun was high. I immediately went to the bathroom and took a shower. The young man's beautiful and sculpted body was visible. Large arms and natural six-pack abs were apparent as his body got wet. He looked even more handsome with his wet hair and face, his sharp nose and thick eyebrows. He quickly dried his body and dressed in black long sleeves and went downstairs. He immediately went to his car, and his driver opened the door for him, and they drove off to their company. Another day of work for Anthony. He immediately greeted his father as he walked through the company lobby. "Good morning, Dad," he said, smiling at his father. "Good morning, my hardworking son," his father replied, smiling and patting his son's shoulder, then continued walking with his five bodyguards in black suits. Anthony's father, who was 55 years old, looked young because of his good physique. Anthony sat in his office chair and drank the coffee on his table. His office was nice, cool, and tidy. His things were not cluttered. There were bookshelves like a library because he loved books. There was a bed on the side in case he wanted to sleep. He immediately started working, opened his laptop, and suddenly remembered the woman he met last night, Julia. He opened his f*******: to search for her. "Julia... Julia, what was her last name?" he said to himself. It turned out that she only gave him her first name, and he didn't know her last name. "Okay, I'll see her again next time," he said to himself, smiling into space. He remembered Julia's story about her life. An idea was forming in Anthony's mind about Julia. What could it be? Julia's POV: I woke up to the crowing of the rooster and the sunlight shining through my window. I immediately got up, my head was aching. "Ouch," I said to myself. I quickly grabbed the towel hanging behind my bedroom door and went out, and suddenly... "Boooom! Happy birthday, Ate Juliaaaaa!" my brother Bibo shouted, along with my mother, holding a white plate with "Happy 23rd Birthday" written on it. Thank you, Mom and Bibo. I didn't realize it was my birthday today. I'm 23, I'm getting old. "Do you have classes today, dear?" Mom asked me while sitting at the table, preparing breakfast for me and Bibo. "Yes, Mom, I'll go to school first, and after my classes, I'll go straight to the coffee shop," I told Mom while drinking the coffee she prepared for me. "Where's Dad, Mom?" I asked Mom. "He went with Berto to the construction site because they were looking for construction workers at Berto's workplace. He went this morning, it's a good opportunity for some extra income," Mom said while busy preparing milk for Bibo. I immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. I thought about the man I met last night at the bar, Anthony Perez. I smiled as I remembered our conversation last night. I hope to see him again. I quickly finished my shower because I was going to be late for class. I put on my white top, black jeans, and shoes, and tied my hair in a ponytail. Julia's beauty was evident even in her simple white top and black jeans; you could see the beautiful shape of her body. She quickly said goodbye to her mother, slung her bag over her shoulder, left the house, and waited for a ride to her school. Upon arriving at school, her best friend, Susan, greeted her. "Bestie, how are you?" she asked, trying to catch up with Julia's long strides. "I'm fine, bestie, how are you?" Julia said as they continued walking, both late for class. Upon sitting in their classroom, Julia and Susan immediately listened to the discussion. Anthony's POV: It was getting dark when I suddenly decided to go home and stop by a coffee shop near my route. I drove home alone because I sent my personal driver home early as he had family matters to attend to. I immediately entered the coffee shop. The ambiance was nice, bright, and cool because of the air conditioning. Several students and people were sitting at tables, drinking coffee. I went straight to the counter to oder coffee. "Yes, sir?" said a woman with a familiar face. She was beautiful and had a gentle face. You could tell she was still neat and pretty even while working. I was immediately mesmerized by her beauty, her gentle face, and her expressive eyes. Her face seemed familiar; I felt like I had seen her before. Her eyes looked familiar.