The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 88

His voice was dangerously low. "You just believe whatever comes out of her mouth? What if she's playing you..."

"Even if she is... I don't care," Sterling fired back, playing the role of the hopelessly obsessed boyfriend perfectly.

He sounded like an absolute lovesick fool.

Elena immediately capitalized on the moment, clinging to his arm. "I would never lie to you, Sterls."

Muah.

Rising on her tiptoes, she planted a soft kiss right on his cheek.

Beneath the duvet, Xavier tore at the high thread-count sheets, his jealousy threatening to consume him alive as he watched her kiss his brother.

Sterling froze. He looked down into her sparkling eyes, utterly speechless.

It was just a peck, light as a feather, but it left a lingering, electric tingle on his skin.

He found himself staring at her soft, pink lips.

The perfect shade reminded him of the cherry blossoms he had snapped off a branch earlier that day.

He had picked them for Lydia, but she had rejected them.

Ultimately, it was Elena who had taken them, holding them carefully like they were priceless.

In the end, he had thrown them in the trash.

What had he been thinking in that moment?

He hadn't thrown them away because they belonged to Lydia and Elena wasn't allowed to have them.

He threw them away because they were Lydia's discarded trash, and Elena deserved better than second-hand leftovers.

"I'm going to prove him wrong, Sterls. I'm not the kind of girl he thinks I am!" Elena promised brightly.

She looked radiantly beautiful, drowning in his oversized black robe and white shirt.

It was a ridiculous outfit, but on her, it looked effortlessly seductive and incredibly cute.

For a fleeting second, a strange, warm feeling bloomed in Sterling's chest, vanishing before he could process it.

"If you aren't, who is?"

Xavier sneered, his face a mask of bitter, mocking disdain.

But beneath the vitriol, there was a raw, agonizing undertone of pure heartbreak.

"You know, maybe you just need to get laid." Sterling casually offered.

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