I Became the Billionaire's Fake Lover to Get My Revenge

"I never had a chance to talk to you about that," Anna realized, the words slipping out much too late. "How did you manage to arrange all of that? What exactly happened back then?" "Well," William began, settling back with his hands resting behind him for support.

"When you asked me for that one last gift, one of my assistants went to the Hyde residence. He bribed a maid to retrieve the leather folder from the storage room. However, when he returned to my office, he handed me two similar folders. The maid didn’t know which one I wanted, so she brought out both. Naturally, my man took both of them."

"Then you must have seen... I understand now," Anna murmured, lowering her gaze. The urge to dig the nail of her left thumb into the skin of her right one resurfaced, but she forced herself to resist.

When William had asked her for one final gift before her departure, Anna’s mind had been torn between two precious options: her mother’s set of pearls, or the paintings she and her late father had left behind.

The pearls were undeniably expensive, but the paintings... those could never be replaced by anything else in the entire world.

"My father was a talented artist as well," she finally said, her voice soft and laced with nostalgia, each word carrying a gentle memory of the past.

"He never pursued it seriously, though. It was more of a hobby for him. He had an extraordinary sense of color and shape, so drawing came naturally to him. It was as if he were born with a brush in his hand."

"When I first exhibited signs of the same talent, he asked me if I liked drawing. I did. So from that day on, my father and I shared countless hours of drawing together. I would watch him for hours, desperately trying to learn everything I could simply by observing. And before I knew it, I had become so skilled that it was my father who had to learn from me."