The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 10

He couldn't have cared less, crowding her even further. A blazing fire ignited in his eyes.

It was a fire of pure, unadulterated desire—both physical and psychological.

"Xavier, are you done acting like a maniac? Get this through your head. I'm not just your ex-girlfriend; I'm your brother's girlfriend!"

Elena raised her eyes, meeting his gaze fearlessly, throwing every word at him like a weapon.

"If things work out, I might even be calling you my brother-in-law soon. So... let's end this right now."

Just as she predicted, the moment she played the 'Sterling card,' his body completely froze.

In the span of a few seconds, a storm of emotions flashed through his eyes, far too quickly for her to decipher.

Because he had just been forcefully kissing her, the water in the tub had sloshed around, washing away some of the foam and exposing a fair bit of her chest.

Not one to be overly dramatic, Elena simply stood up right out of the water, grabbed the white bathrobe the maid had left for her, and casually slipped it on.

The entire time, Xavier just stared at her intensely. His split lip was still bleeding, and a faint red handprint was already blossoming on his cheek.

But he was completely oblivious to the pain.

"...Why?"

When he finally spoke again, his voice was violently hoarse, laced with intense confusion and refusal. "Elena, I need an explanation. You owe me an explanation."

Elena turned around. Wrapped in the thick white robe, she shed her sultry, provocative aura, looking clean and untouchable.

Her eyes curved slightly, and instead of answering, she fired back a question. "You never gave me one, did you? How exactly did a broke waiter turn into Mr. Hawthorne?"

Xavier frowned instantly, a thin layer of hostility radiating from him. "You blocked me and vanished without a word because of my status?"

Was it just because of his status?

Elena lowered her gaze, uninvited memories flashing through her mind at the worst possible time.

Back when she first met him, he had been hiding his billionaire identity, posing as a dirt-poor kid trying to pay off some heavy debts.

Despite that, he was a towering six foot three, with top-tier looks and a flawless physique. It wasn't just men who liked a rescue mission; women did too.

There had been plenty of wealthy older women who wanted to throw money at him to be their boy-toy, but he had rejected every single one.

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