Chapter 6

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"Do you like it?" Isabella asked excitedly asking if he likes the beef stew she cooked for dinner.

"Not bad." He answered and shrugged.

Her eyebrows creased in between. Obviously he is lying, his appetite is saying much than his words.

Pride..... She rolled her eyes over him thinking how proud he is that he don't even compliment anyone.

"Isa, I think there is a change of plans."

"About what?" She asked in confusion.

"Theres one thing I want you to know."

"You have to pretend to be my girlfriend." He said straightly.

Her eyebrows met and one is arching in confusion. Deep inside her heart is pumping in chaotic manner. She doesn't know what he means.

Is he courting me? Her subconscious asked and shiver ran down to her in the thought.

"I need your help. My parents and my Grandpa told me to bring my fiance in his 75th birthday and I don't think I have one so I need you to pretend to be my fiance." He explained

What happened earlier is really overwhelming him. His family always goes on pressuring him to get married though he's still twenty five even after he graduated and now, his grandpa wouldn't inherit him anything, even his parents won't.

He closed his eyes and groaned in disbelief.

Damn!

"I will not inherit you anything son. You're not gonna get anything from my last will. Which means I will disinherit you from everything." His grandpa said.

This family is a fucking curse!!!! He thought.

"Son I will neither gave you any inheritance from me if you didn't show your fiance to us." His dad added.

"I don't have one." He reasoned out.

"You don't?" His dad aksed suspiciously

"Dont you have a woman that makes your day filled and you enjoy every minute with her and her face and smiled makes your heart sang and melt?" His mom asked in worry.

He suddenly smiled in the thought but masked it with frown. His mind laughed in his mom's statement. The first thing he remembered is Isabella, everything of her, her smiles, laugh or even when she's angry, how she easily forgives anyone and how she took care of him by serving him coffee and breakfast. Her body keeps him awake thinking of her. The feeling of unusual but for sure it was lust. He always assured himself.

"You're too romantic mom. Try to reduce watching any Disney movies to atleast ease your delusion." He said rudely.

Her mom grasped in his statement.

"Dont ever say that to your mom! We didn't raise you to be like that!" His dad snarled at him.

"The decision is final and you're gonna show us your fiance and if you don't, expect the consequences." His grandpa added.

How am I gonna do this? He aksed himself.

But his sudden realization hit him.....

A smirk plastered and covered with enigmatic expression.

His thoughts remembered Isabella.
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Back to the present, he examined her expression, is covered with confusion, refusal and something enigmatic that he can't explain. But despite of it, she's still so beautiful.

What matters to him is his grandpa's heir. Surely he will not give him his villas, islands, cars, buildings, land properties, and his gold bars in different countries which makes him frustrate. Only until the his 75th birthday and few months more.

"Why would I pretend to be your fiance?"

He doesn't know what to do. But he started explaining from the beginning to the end. It made her realized why a fake engagement is important to him that much.

"Why me?" She asked. She don't know what she feels to be happy or sad because of pretending and why should she be sad about it.

No! Not him him Isabella! She assured herself.

"Why not you? In the end you're the one who have a debt to pay."

She frowned.

"What will I get if ever I will pretend?"

"Nothing, besides, I did a lot of things to your family and in exchange, you'll help me too."

I'm right, his only for the heir and not for love. She said disappointed.

But he realized something.

"Okay fine Isabella, I will give your family a mansion and a car. Including you. Will you like to deal with it." He offered with extravagant things to assure that she's not gonna refuse at all. For some reasons, he don't want to be refused. Either he is anticipated for her to pretend or for the heir.

But he assured himself that it's only for the heir.

Isabella stared awhile. She always wanted to give her family the life they had before. Which she really wanted to say yes.

"But we still have the separate rooms right?" She asked.

He frowned in displeasure. Not liking the idea of separate rooms that they had not and even in the 'pretending as fiance thing' but he will work on it. He always get what he want.

"Yes. And what else is your condition?"

"Nothing else. Are your sure your gonna institute my family a mansion and a car?"

"I will also give you a car."

Her eyes widen in amusement.

"So what will be your answer?"

She stared not knowing what to say. Thrill ran down in his body as he hates it. She could just say yes or no than leaving him a thrill.

"Ummm.... "

His sweat came out.

"Does that mean that I'm gonna pretend to be your fiance in your but were gonna stay civil when they are not around?"

"Yes. And even in public, in the press, and especially to my family."

"Press?" She asked.

This girl doesn't know who I am.... he sighed.

"Yes. A billionaire is always a press target."

"Oh." She realized now.

"Okay."

Finally when she said 'Yes' weight finally lift from his chest.

"Okay. I'll tell my PA to transfer a property of mine to your dad."

And with that, she stood up and got the empty plate of him and put it in the kitchen.

She don't know why but she feel a lot dissapointed when he say only to pretend.

She sighed

A man like Simon will never notice someone like me.

She instantly ran down to bed and reminisce everything.

Simon is a devil, ruthless man. But for the fact that she always find her handsome, always subsides him angers out. And now, she feels like a slut for being paid into a relation.

You'll just pretend Isa. Just pretend. She sighed and sleep with a heavy heart.

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