Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.

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I watched as she walked through the doors of her parents’ mansion, the silence of her no longer being in my orbit should have been deafening… but all my mind screamed at me were her words from earlier;

‘They want me to marry Killian.’

A humourless chuckle escaped me again, coupled with a laugh as I looked to the ther side. The night sky was dark; almost as dark as my mind, and probably my soul, after the news Sloane broke to me. The sting of betrayal felt like that of cat-o’-nine whips against my back. I wanted to scrub my tattoo

off, or rather, scrub his off.

Killian Lemaire.

I should have known, though. What else did I expect from a person cut from the same cloth as Roxanne? The fucker didn’t even know she was his stepsister,

for fucks sake.

Or he did know, and was lying to our faces about other things this entire time!

Slamming my hand on the steering wheel, I turned on the ignition and drove off into the night sky.

Once I was sure I was far enough from the mansion, I pulled over and whipped my laptop out. Pulling up the private database I had built in, I searched his name and that of his company. My eyes focused on the small dot circling until it evealed the contents of my search.

“Oh, Killian, you bad boy.” I mused mockingly with a smile, as I took in the details on the red note, and those of the files on the screen before me. There was barely any difference between the calligraphy. The same curve on the S, the same curve on the A, hell, it was the same signature. Killan really was the

one behind this.

Below, the merger document came up on my screen, driving me further up the wall, as I scrolled.

‘For the union between the Lemaire and the Everhart family. We propose a marriage agreement between Sloane Everhart and Killian Lemaire, the two bright individuals who already know each other, for the ultimate betterment of our companies.’

The fucker himself signed the damn papers, too.

That bastard.

The night we swore loyalty to each other filtered in my memory, the sight of us sanding over my mother’s dying body as we swore loyalty to each other, to be brothers no matter what….he threw it all away to fuck with me.

Does he not know no one wins against me?

Oh, wait, he does fucking know

He’s seen what the hell I do to bastards who fuck with me, or what’s mine for fus sake.

Brothers?

What a fucking joke.

Pulling out his contact, I hit him a quick text.

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Chapter 162

LUCIEN: Let’s have dinner…just you and me, tonight.

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The air around me felt heavy, like gravity had increased, as t sipped on my bottle of wine. The small droplets of rain had become much heavier, hinting at the storm brewing in my soul as I stared at the names on my screen;

Sloane Everhart and Killian Lemaire……the fucker wanted my girl to become what? Sloane Lemaire?

Over his dead fucking body.

KILLIAN: Sure, where do you have in mind?

“You wanna play with me, brother? Alright. We can fucking play all night long, if you want.”

“My mother’s restaurant.”

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

The bastard didn’t fucking hesitate.

The drive to the place was quiet; all I could hear was the pounding of my heartbeat, as well as the sound of raindrops hitting my car. The taste of blood was

evident in my mouth, blending well with that of the wine I had just had a few moments ago. When I arrived at the restaurant, the place had been cleared

out per my instructions.

Only the workers, Killian, and I would be there tonight.

Exactly as I intended.

The bastard smiled at me as I walked in, his mop of black hair freshly cut and styled, as he stood to his feet, dressed in his usual running clothes. The smile

on his face, his hair…everything made me want to bash his teeth in.

Without wasting any time, I walked over to the table, but before I could even put my fucking chair back, the bastard opened his fucking mouth,

“Lucien, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

His question had me raising my head slowly, unsure of whether or not he just opened his fucking mouth to speak to me. He maintained that saule…his teeth out n display, but I could see the look in his eyes. It was volatile, raw, and honestly, it looked fucking scary.

Returning his smile with one of my own, I moved closer to him, but before I could stop myself, my fist made contact with his nose….hard.

The sound of the crunch, mixed with his groans as he fell to the floor while cluting the bleeding organ, filled me with a sick sense of joy

“Fuck.” He winced and chuckled as he scrambled to his feet. “I expected that. You still got it.”

His smile felt like I dipped my bleeding hands in acid, grating on my nerves as led not to break the chaut on his back. “Is this fucking funny to you? You wanna see what else I fucking still got?”

“Lucien, this can easily be solved between two civilised men.”

“You know I’m far from civilised when it comes to what’s fucking mine, your idigt clenched my fists at my sides, the urge to punch him and break something not cosmetic becoming too strong for me to keep pushing back.

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“What’s yours…..come on now, Lucien. Let’s be real here.” He said, still smiling as he grabbed the white wine cloth to wipe the blood off his bleeding nose.

“Real?” I echoed with gritted teeth.

“Yes. She was mine long before she became yours, Lucien.” His smile was long gone now; just the crazed look in his eyes remained as he stared me in the

eye. I chuckled and looked away briefly before turning back to him, my hand on the glass in front of me.

“Say that again, I dare you. Please give me a reason to end up in jail for a few hours.” I said, my hold getting tighter on the glass.

“Come on, Lucien. Ask her, ask her everything. We have been together long before you even came into the picture. She and I were supposed to be, before you

came in and acted like fucking prince charming.” He said, his nose still bleeding, giving him the look of someone who had just escaped from a psych ward.

“You expect me to believe that you. The crazy fucker who always has at least a new girl every fucking day got with my girl before I did? You’re a fucking

fool.”

“Oh, please, look at these.” He said, sounding exasperated as he threw different pictures on the table before me.

“What the fuck are these?” I asked, not breaking eye contact with him.

“They are clear-cut evidence that Sloane and I have been together long before you came in, and much longer after you. She’s been cheating on you with me,

these conversations clearly show it too!”

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11:17 Wed, Jan 14 GDD

FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE.