Lahat ng Kabanata ng FAKE DATING THE HOTTEST BOXER: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Renata"You will never be a boxer, Renata." The coach screamed it so loud that it echoed through the hallway. My heart sank. This had been my dream since I was six, to be a professional boxer. But the school system seemed dead set on the fact that it was a male sport, and it had always been."Wait, Coach." I held his wrist, my grip tight. "Let me prove myself. This has been my dream since I was little. Why can't you just look past my gender?"He sighed, his eyes sweeping over my body. My long hair was tied in a ponytail. My crop top hung above my belly button, tightly cupping my chest. My jeans clung to my skin slightly above my knees. My manicured fingers looked polished. I knew what he was doing, judging me by my looks."You're not fit.""Because I'm a girl?""Because you don't have what it takes." I paused."Look at you, a girl. Go join other girls sports." My heart sank. Each word took a piece of me. It felt like I was so close to my dream and he was the only thing standing in the

DrentThere was something unsettling about her. I had asked for a spa therapist, but instead they had sent me something I found far more amusing. A tiny, curvy girl who I found surprisingly tempting.Which was strange, because I had not felt that way about anyone in years. But it felt like a good sign. Maybe coming to this city to find someone had not been such a ridiculous idea after all.My father had threatened to withhold the boxing company from me, the one my grandfather had built and passed to him, unless I proved to him I was capable of committing to a relationship. It was not my fault that I had gone through more heartbreaks before the age of eighteen than most men experienced in a lifetime. I had made a vow never to put myself through that again. But now, I needed to be in a relationship to secure the company. I had six months. That was part of why I had accepted this school tournament. It was a distraction more than anything, something to occupy my mind while I figured out h

RenataAfter three straight days in the hospital, I had not taken calls from anyone. I had stayed off social media, away from school, and away from everything else. Just sitting beside my mom and watching over her, hoping she would be alright.I had applied for a job at Tinnies, a fast food spot nearby, and they told me to resume today. The pay was not much, but I planned to work triple shifts on weekdays and Wednesdays, then attend school on the remaining days. It was not going to be easy, but it was the only way I could raise enough money for her surgery.I had been lying beside her and had drifted into a deep sleep. I had not eaten anything in three days. The appetite simply was not there. Then I felt a hand tap me softly. I sat up and stretched my already exhausted bones, and when I opened my eyes, my mom was awake."Mom," I cried out, wrapping my arms around her carefully. Her hands were still connected to the drip lines. She was still fragile. I could see her eyes fighting to st

RenetaI stood in front of a long black dress, covered in leather and worth probably more than my entire net worth. I loved fashion so much. Just taking in the displayed clothes made me feel alive.But I couldn't ignore Drent.He just leaned there, looking incredibly handsome as his eyes tore through me.I still hadn't gotten over the fact that he had actually bailed me out. I had accepted my fate that I was spending a week in a cell and my life was ruined, but he came.But why? The question thudded in my chest. Maybe it was the offer, which I still had no interest in accepting. I knew my job at Tinnies would be gone by now, knowing fully well I had missed the resumption time, but I had another job in mind and didn't want his dirty money. I would work my ass off and pay for my mom's surgery without him.And for the final exams screening, I didn't know my fate on that. Edwina had said if I missed it I wouldn't graduate next year, and that was a nightmare. I had to call her later to get

DrentShe had been in that bathroom for too long.I checked my watch for the third time in five minutes and leaned back in my chair, scanning the restaurant like something in the room would tell me what was taking her so long. The table felt different without her sitting across from it, which was a thought I immediately decided not to examine too closely.My phone buzzed against the table before I could get up. Mom's name lit up the screen with the small video camera icon beside it. I picked up.Her face filled the screen, warm and smiling in the way she always did when she called, like she had been waiting all day for the chance to see my face."Drent, baby." She pressed her hand to her chest dramatically. "You never call anymore.""I was going to call tomorrow," I said, which was a lie but a comfortable one.My father appeared over her shoulder then, filling the frame with the kind of presence that rooms could never quite contain. He looked older every time I saw him, but no less sh