The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 9

Xavier, who was supposed to be long gone, was now looming over her like a damp, venomous snake waiting to strike—his gaze laser-focused and starving.

His untamed, arrogant features were clouded by a violent, long-suppressed storm.

Elena had mentally prepared herself for the likelihood of bumping into him eventually.

But she had never expected it to be this fast!

Shock aside, a brief moment of thought made everything click into place.

He had probably recognized her in the car earlier. She hadn't fooled him for a second!

No wonder he had warned Sterling against letting her stay the night at the estate.

Then he suddenly flipped the script, granting her permission to stay.

Hah. He had faked having errands to run just to lower her guard. In reality, he had set the perfect trap, ensuring she had absolutely nowhere to run!

And just like that, he had caught her.

Her ex-boyfriend was just as calculating and ruthless as ever!

"Yeah. Long time no see."

Even with her throat trapped in his grip, forcing her head up to meet his intense stare, she didn't flinch.

Aside from looking slightly disheveled, Elena showed very little panic. Her attitude was practically freezing.

If she could, she wanted to avoid him completely and never cross paths again.

Since that wasn't an option, she would just have to wing it.

"Except we broke up a long time ago, Xavier. You need to update the way you address me."

Her voice was flat. She leaned back slightly against the edge of the tub, relying on the thick layer of white bubbles to barely cover her chest.

Beneath the foam, she was entirely naked.

Above it, her deep collarbones and elegant shoulders were utterly flawless. Her damp, silky hair curled in the water, shifting with every mesmerizing breath.

The word 'breakup' seemed to trigger something dark inside Xavier, plunging his voice below zero. "We broke up? When did that happen? I never agreed to that!"

Elena's eyelashes fluttered as she explained patiently. "For the record, a breakup is a notification, not a negotiation."

As she spoke, the slight bob of her throat sent a distinct ripple through his palm.

Just above his hand, an ultra-luxury watch rested against his wristbone, catching the bathroom lights and highlighting his devastating wealth.

Much like the man himself—someone the average person would struggle to meet even once.

Right now, listening to the girl draw a firm line in the sand, he displayed a rare loss of control. His grip tightened, causing the veins in his arm to bulge fiercely.

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