All Chapters of Fake Dating My Ex’s CEO : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

65 Chapters

Chapter 31: Lena at the Limit

~ Lena POV ~It had been a hard week even before Thursday.The tabloid situation had flared again, a new piece, sharper than the previous ones, this time with photographs from the Morrison Group dinner that had clearly been taken from inside the room. Patricia had called me at eight in the morning to say the firm was receiving press enquiries and that she needed me to manage my visibility more aggressively. I’d said yes and managed it and handled it with the focused efficiency of someone who had been handling things for eleven weeks and was running low on the specific resource that made handling feel sustainable.Then Ryan had appeared at a work event I hadn’t known he’d be at, a cross-industry communications panel that Cole Industries had apparently sponsored, and I’d spent two hours managing the geometry of a room that contained my ex-boyfriend and three journalists who knew my name from the tabloids. I’d done it well. I’d gone home exhausted in a way that sat differently from tired

Chapter 32: What Adrian Thinks He’s Doing

~ Adrian POV ~I’ve always been good at knowing what I’m doing.Not in the arrogant sense, though I understand that distinction is not one everyone would grant me. In the practical sense. The sense of a man who has spent thirty-four years developing the habit of being clear with himself about his own motivations because clarity was more useful than comfort and he’d decided that early enough for it to become structural.I knew why I’d agreed to the arrangement. Family pressure, Vanessa’s timeline, the specific utility of a credible alternative presented to my father before he made a unilateral decision on my behalf. That was clear.I knew why I’d stayed in it past the point where the utility was straightforward. Victor’s three-month timeline had complicated the wind-down and extending the arrangement was the path of least resistance. That was clear too.What I was doing now required more precision to name.It was Saturday morning. Vanessa had been at the hotel for two nights. She’d tex

Chapter 33: Ryan’s Ugly Turn

~ Ryan POV ~I told myself it wasn’t deliberate.That’s the first thing I want to be clear about, even if only to myself, sitting here on a Sunday night with the specific kind of quiet that follows a decision you can’t take back. I told myself it was just a conversation. That I was talking to Marcus from the PR team the way I talked to Marcus most Fridays, over drinks at the bar two blocks from the office, and that the things I said about Lena were just context. Background. The kind of thing you said about someone you knew when their name kept appearing in the press.I told myself it wasn’t deliberate.I’m not sure I believe that anymore.Marcus worked in PR. Not Cole Industries PR, the external firm the company used for overflow, which meant he had contacts in the press that sat outside Harold’s jurisdiction. He was discreet, mostly. The most was the part I hadn’t thought about carefully enough.I had two drinks. Maybe three. Ryan Blake after two drinks was approximately the same as

Chapter 34: The Rooftop

~ Adrian POV ~Priya cancelled the benefit dinner at four forty-seven.The host had a family emergency, the venue was closing, the event was being rescheduled to a date that hadn’t been confirmed yet. She forwarded the cancellation with her usual efficiency and added at the bottom: “Your evening is clear.” Three words that meant something different on a Thursday at four forty-seven than they would have meant three months ago.Three months ago a clear evening was a resource to be allocated. A board document to finish, a call to return, a contract to read all the way through without reading the same line three times.Tonight I put on my jacket and told Priya I was done for the day and got in my car.I didn’t tell the driver where to go.He looked in the rearview mirror. I said, “Brooklyn,” and looked out the window and didn’t examine the decision the way I’d stopped examining certain decisions in the ten days since the Saturday morning document.I hadn’t spoken to Vanessa since she’d co

Chapter 35: The Interview Trap

~ Lena POV ~The email arrived on a Monday morning, three days after the rooftop.I’d been carrying the rooftop carefully, the way you carried something fragile that hadn’t been named yet, not because naming it would break it but because it wasn’t ready for the weight of a name. We hadn’t spoken since. Not because something had gone wrong, the opposite, because something had gone right enough that we were both, I thought, sitting with it before the next thing.The email had a magazine header I recognised. A journalist whose byline I’d followed for two years, sharp and fair, the kind of writer who did actual reporting rather than the manufactured intimacy of celebrity coverage. The pitch was flattering: an exclusive profile of Lena Carter, the woman behind the Cole Industries CEO, framed as a story about independence and strength and the particular kind of woman who moved through powerful worlds without losing herself.I read it twice.Then I read it a third time with the part of my br

Chapter 36: Vanessa Escalates Quietly

~ Vanessa POV ~I did it on a Tuesday.Not impulsively. I want to be precise about that because impulsive is the word people used about women who did the thing I did, as though the decision had arrived without thought, without the specific and extended consideration I’d given it over three days at the hotel and two more at the apartment after I’d returned. I’d thought about it carefully. I’d turned it over and examined it from every angle and decided, with the same deliberate attention I brought to every professional decision, that it was the right move.I called a contact I’d had for four years. A writer at a celebrity blog that operated in the specific space between gossip and reported news, credible enough to be cited, informal enough to be deniable. He owed me a favour from a piece I’d helped shape during a difficult period two years ago. I called in the favour.The angle I gave him was simple.Lena Carter was a woman who had moved with significant speed from a breakup with a Cole

Chapter 37: Lena Reads the Story

~ Lena POV ~ I found it before Adrian could tell me about it.Seven forty-two in the morning, still in my pyjamas, first coffee not yet finished, the specific defenceless quality of an early Wednesday before the day had decided what it was going to be. I’d been scrolling through my industry news feed, the professional habit of checking what had moved overnight, and the piece appeared between a merger announcement and a quarterly report like it belonged there.It didn’t belong there.I read it once quickly, the way you read something when you’re hoping the speed will change what it says. It didn’t change. I set down my coffee and read it again slowly, the way I read things when I needed to understand their architecture rather than just their surface.Lena Carter. The speed of the transition. The questions that transition raised. The framing that stopped just short of saying gold digger and arrived at the same destination through implication and carefully chosen words.I knew this kind

Chapter 38: The Gallery

The gallery opening was on a Friday evening.Three days after the planted piece. Harold’s team had issued a quiet non-engagement response on our behalf and the story had been managed down to a low simmer, not gone but contained, the way these things were contained when the people involved were good at containing them. Patricia had called to say the firm was satisfied with the response. The tabloid cycle had moved on to something else by Thursday afternoon.I had not moved on.Not in a way that showed. I’d been professional and present at the coordination meeting Adrian had called on Wednesday morning, and I’d contributed what was needed and received the plan for moving forward with the composure of someone who had decided that falling apart was not available as an option. Adrian had looked at me across the meeting table with the particular attention he’d been giving me since the rooftop, the one that wasn’t the produced version, and I’d held it and given him a small nod that meant I’m

Chapter 39: What Ethan Says

~ Adrian POV ~I found Ethan at nine forty-five.Not in his office. On the roof terrace of the Cole Industries building, which he used when he needed to think without a desk in front of him, a habit I’d known about for twelve years and that had always struck me as inefficient and that I’d never said anything about because Ethan’s thinking, wherever it happened, consistently produced the right answer.He was holding a coffee and looking at the city and he turned when he heard the door and looked at me with the expression he’d been wearing since the Saturday morning text, the one that meant I know and I’ve been waiting and I’m not going to pretend otherwise.I closed the door behind me.“The gallery was last night,” he said.“Yes.”“Vanessa was there.”“Yes.”He turned back to the city. “And Lena.”“Yes.” I moved to the low wall beside him and looked at the view he’d been looking at, the morning spread of the city, glass and light and the specific indifference of a skyline that had been

Chapter 40: The Almost That Breaks

~ Lena POV ~The dinner with Adrian’s parents was on a Saturday.Clara had arranged it, a quieter version than the previous ones, just the four of us at the townhouse, the kind of evening that signalled something more personal than a family showcase. I’d dressed carefully and prepared less than usual because the preparation felt dishonest at this point, like bringing notes to a conversation that had moved past needing them.Victor was in a particular mood I hadn’t seen before. Not warm exactly, Victor didn’t do warm as a default, but easier. The specific ease of a man who had received something he wanted and was no longer working toward it. He’d accepted the arrangement’s extended timeline without comment, which meant Adrian had handled that conversation in whatever way Adrian handled Victor conversations, efficiently and without giving more than required.Clara was Clara. Present and warm and watching everything with the particular attention of someone who knew exactly what was happe

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