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

The vineyard William had purchased for Anna was a breathtakingly beautiful estate nestled in an equally enchanting location.

Situated just forty minutes south of the city’s outskirts, the Sunset Rose Vineyard sprawled across a sea of emerald green, with rows of meticulously maintained grapevines and pockets of serene charm.

There was a designated area for wine tastings, complete with rustic wooden tables set beneath the dappled shade of tall, leafy trees—perfect for casual drinks with friends or an intimate, unforgettable wine date.

Originally, Anna had planned to hold the celebration at one of the elegant venues suggested by Amelie Bennett. But William had insisted they host it at the vineyard itself, determined to immerse the guests in the full, authentic experience of wine-making—from vine to glass—while sampling the estate’s finest blends right on site.

I agreed to that... but in the end, he didn’t even come.

Anna sighed softly, masking her disappointment behind another practiced smile as she welcomed a new wave of guests arriving at the venue.

William had, indeed, left just before the event began, claiming an urgent matter demanded his attention. But Anna knew him too well now to accept that excuse at face value.

Whatever he was doing, she had no doubt he was lurking somewhere nearby—watching her from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to appear and leave her breathless all over again.

I don’t mind his unexpected appearances—especially since they usually rescue me from uncomfortable situations—but still... I wish he’d just stay by my side. Because when he’s near, I feel so much braver, so much more sure of myself.