The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Roman’s POV

“Make sure to attend the meeting with Mr Montez today on my behalf, okay?” I said, handing over the tablet to Nathan who nodded.

I raised a questioning eyebrow at Nathan when he still remained standing in front of me, after I had instructed him on how to go about the schedule of the day.

“Yes. How may I help you? Why are you still here?” I asked.

He shuffled in a spot before answering. “I noticed you have been spending most of your time at the office, so I just wanted to know if everything is fine.”

I frowned as I placed my pen on the table and observed Nathan.

Since the past eight years that he had been working with me, he had never dared to ask me about my personal life and him asking at that moment made me feel somewhat pathetic.

Did I look that heartbroken?

“Everything is fine, why do you ask?” I muttered coldly.

“Forgive my inquisitiveness, sir. My curiosity got the best of me when I noticed that for the past three days, you’ve been going home quite late in the night and also arriving at work very early in the morning.” He said.

“So I can’t come into my own company whenever I like, is that it?” I harshly hurled.

“No, sir. That’s not what I meant, sir. Please pardon my curiosity, excuse me, sir.” He rambled out in one breath, before scurrying out of my office.

I just scoffed to myself as I watched the door close.

It had been five days since I saw Sofie and Damien together, and three days since I last spoke to Sofie.

I always made sure I left the house before she woke up, and I only headed back home when I was sure she must have fallen asleep.

I also had Melissa deliver breakfast, lunch, and dinner to my office because I was trying to avoid talking to Sofie by all means.

For some reason, a tiny part of me felt bad for treating her like that without giving her the chance to explain herself but everytime I tried to mull over it, my anger toward Damien and her always overpowered my sense of reasoning by reassuring me that I was doing the right thing by avoiding her.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and I was almost tempted to curse at whoever it was.

Nana’s advice to always remain calm and collected in every situation I found myself, and to never take out my anger on innocent people rang in my ears, as I told the person to come in.

“President Giovanni, I finally meet you after a month of you ignoring mine and my assistant’s emails.” Alexander Guilon said as he strolled into my office with a snarky grin curving his mouth.

Angrily, I sprang up from my seat with my nails digging into the hard mahogany of my desk, “Who the hell let you inside my company?”

Nathan rushed in and bowed to me, “I’m so sorry, sir. I have no idea how he sneaked past sec-”

“Just get out and take him along with you. If he’s still here after a minute passes, you’re fired.” I threatened, to which Nathan nodded before he motioned the man to move.

Alexander chuckled and shook his head before saying, “I’m not here to discuss business with you, President Giovanni. I’m here to tell you something important about your fiancée, Sofie Diaz.”

That instantly got my attention and I gazed up at the man, “What did you say?”

“I said I’m here to tell you something about Miss Sofie Diaz. We have quite an history together and I must say, you wouldn’t want your assistant to hear about it.” He said and laughed mischievously.

“Leave us alone, Nathan.” I ordered, and Nathan stared at me like I had just spoken Latin.

“Sir, you want me to leave him with you?” He asked.

“Have you suddenly gone deaf? Leave us the fuck alone and get back to work.” I spat, and he briskly bowed before exiting the office.

“You may take your seat.” I said to Alexander whose eyes were now roaming around the room.

“Before you start uttering gibberish, let me start by telling you that you have just five minutes to tell me whatever bullshit it is you have to say before I throw you out of my company.” I uttered as he sat down.

Alexander nodded. “I’ll be quick.”

“You know Sofie and I almost got married some months ago but something happened a-”

“I know about that, her parents wanted to force her to get married to you.” I cut him off and he laughed as he clapped his hands.

“Is that what she told you?” He asked which made my brows furrow in a frown.

“Isn’t that the truth?”

Alexander shook his head. “Sofie lied to you. She was so excited about getting married to me but all of a sudden, she decided to call out engagement off because I didn’t agree to her demands. I know this may sound like a lie to you but it’s the truth. I have proof to back it up.” He said, placing a receipt on the desk.

I eyed him before observing the receipt. It was a receipt for a 3 carats diamond ring which dated back to ten months ago.

“So? This doesn’t prove anything.” I scoffed and the man nodded.

“I know but this is the biggest proof.” He said, unfolding a piece of paper and sliding it toward me.

I shook my head before scanning through the contents of the paper.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I let out an incredulous laughter as my eyes roamed across the document again which stated that after marrying Alexander, Sofie would get fifty percent of his wealth.

But what baffled me the most, was the fact that Sofie’s signature was really engraved at the bottom of the document and like the receipt, it also dated back to ten months ago.

“That girl is nothing but a filthy golddigger. She wanted fifty percent of my hard-earned wealth simply because I wanted to get married to her. When I told her I could only manage thirty percent, she broke up with me and decided to start using that silly narrative that her parents wanted to force her to be my wife to gain sympathy, and probably money too.” Alexander said as I placed the paperwork on the table.

I had no idea what to believe at that moment as I looked from Alexander to the document.

“Be careful with that girl, that is my advice for you.” He continued before glancing down at his wristwatch, “I guess my time is up, I’ll see myself out.”

I watched him leave with various unbridled thoughts assailing my mind.

One part of me believed him, while the other part of me was completely torn between believing the evidence that was laid in front of me or choosing to remain oblivious.

I had no idea what to do.