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I sneaked into our apartment with a custom cake, ready to surprise my boyfriend of two years for his thirtieth birthday. But the moment I pushed the bedroom door open, I found him tangled in the sheets with my best friend of five years. When caught, my so-called sister didn't even panic. She just smirked, wearing his shirt, and mocked me for being a safe, boring placeholder. "When are you finally going to break up with her?" she had asked him. "Soon, babe. Just wait until I get my bonus," he had replied. I threw my apartment keys on the floor and fled into the pouring rain, leaving my ruined life behind. Just then, my mom called, cheerfully pressuring me about when we were finally going to announce our engagement. Two years of love and five years of friendship were nothing but a disgusting, calculated lie. The humiliation was suffocating, and I absolutely refused to let my mother see me as a pathetic, abandoned joke. Driving away in a daze, my tires shrieked as I almost ran over a drenched, imposing stranger on the side of the highway. I didn't know he was actually a ruthless billionaire heir who had just been cut off and thrown out by his own father. Desperate to hide the truth from my mother's sudden drop-in visit, I pulled this homeless man into my new apartment and made a crazy decision. "I need a fake boyfriend," I told him, sliding a stack of cash across the table. "We have a deal."
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My Fake Boyfriend Is The Real Boss Chapter 1
The weight of the cake box was familiar and good in Alexis's hands.
She shifted it slightly, careful not to smudge the buttercream frosting she had spent the last three hours perfecting. This is Kevin's favorite: chocolate with salty caramel filling. Kevin has been her boyfriend for two years.
Her car clicked locked behind her, the sound sharp in the quiet evening of the parking garage. She looked up at their apartment, three floors up. A warm light glowed in the window.
A smile touched her lips. He was home. He was probably expecting her to be at her late-night faculty meeting, which she'd conveniently "forgotten" to tell him was canceled.
The surprise would be perfect.
She imagined his face when she walked in, the way his eyes would light up, the easy smile that always made her stomach flutter, even after two years. Tonight was his thirtieth birthday. It was important.
Her key slid into the lock with a practiced silence. She turned the knob slowly, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside. The air in the apartment was warm, carrying a faint, familiar scent of his cologne and something else... a perfume. Floral. Sweet.
Not hers.
She kicked off her heels at the door, her bare feet sinking into the plush runner in the hallway. Absolute silence was the goal. She wanted to get the cake onto the coffee table and the gift from the bedroom before he even knew she was there.
The cake box landed softly on the dark wood of the table. Mission one, accomplished.
As she turned toward the bedroom, her gaze snagged on something by the entryway, half-tucked under the console table.
A pair of red stilettos.
They weren't hers. Alexis's heart gave a hard, painful thud against her ribs. She knew those shoes. She'd helped her pick them out.
They belonged to Natalie Beaumont, her best friend.
A cold knot formed in her stomach, but she pushed it down. It's a coincidence. Of course, it's a coincidence. Natalie probably came by to drop off a gift for Kevin, to wish him a happy birthday before they all went out this weekend. That had to be it.
She forced her feet to move, padding silently across the floor toward the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of light cutting across the dark hallway.
She was about to push it open, to call out a cheerful, "Surprise!"
But then she heard the voices.
Natalie's voice, low and husky, followed by a soft, throaty laugh. "So, when are you finally going to break up with her? I'm getting impatient."
The world tilted on its axis. Alexis's breath caught in her throat, a sharp, painful gasp she had to swallow down. Her hand flew to the wall to steady herself, her fingers pressing hard against the cool drywall.
Then came Kevin's voice, laced with an annoyance she knew all too well. "Soon, babe. Just wait until I get my mid-year bonus. You know I need to keep up appearances until then."
The air left her lungs in a rush. The warmth of the apartment suddenly felt suffocating, the air thick and unbreathable. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she dug her nails into her palms, the sharp sting a distant anchor in the roaring chaos of her mind.
The smile she'd worn just moments ago felt like a mask that had been cracked and shattered, leaving her face numb and cold. The love, the anticipation-it all curdled into a thick, icy sludge in her veins.
There were no tears. Just a terrifying, hollow calm.
She took one deep, shuddering breath.
And then she shoved the door open.
The scene that met her eyes burned itself into her memory. Kevin and Natalie, tangled together on the bed she and Kevin shared. Sheets were twisted around their half-naked bodies, Natalie's red dress pooled on the floor next to his discarded shirt.
They sprang apart at the sudden intrusion, their faces a comical mask of shock and panic.
Natalie's eyes widened when she saw Alexis, but the initial fear was quickly replaced by a flicker of something else. A challenge. A victory.
Kevin scrambled for the comforter, pulling it up to his chest like a shield. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. His face, usually so handsome and confident, was pale and slack with guilt.
Alexis's gaze was a physical thing, a shard of ice dragging across their skin. It moved from Natalie's defiant smirk to Kevin's pathetic attempt at modesty, and finally, it locked onto his eyes.
"Happy birthday, Kevin," she said.
Her voice was perfectly level. Quiet. But it cut through the silence of the room with the chilling finality of a guillotine's blade.
He flinched as if she'd screamed. "Lexi... I..."
Natalie, however, seemed to recover her composure. She casually brushed a strand of blonde hair from her face, leaning back against the headboard as if she belonged there. She draped an arm possessively over Kevin's chest.
"Well," Natalie said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Since you're here, I guess we don't have to hide it anymore."
She looked at Alexis, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Kevin loves me."
Alexis didn't look at her. Her eyes remained fixed on Kevin, demanding an answer, a denial, anything.
He wouldn't meet her gaze. He stared at a spot on the wall just over her shoulder, his jaw working. Under Natalie's expectant stare, he finally sagged in defeat.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Alexis," he mumbled, the words thick and clumsy. "I fell in love with Natalie."
That was it. The final blow. The confirmation that turned her entire world into a lie.
A sound escaped her lips. It wasn't a sob or a scream. It was a soft, humorless puff of air. A laugh of pure, unadulterated contempt.
She turned without another word, her back straight, and walked out of the bedroom, leaving the wreckage of her life behind her.
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