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

I can’t believe this, Anna thought, trying to steady her breathing so she could better hear the conversation. How did Susanne even get in here without being noticed?

It was baffling. The vineyard was protected by an advanced security system. Unless someone had helped Susanne gain access...

William? Anna’s eyes widened as she clasped both hands over her mouth to stifle a gasp. Could this be his doing? If so, then he had truly outdone himself this time. Helping Susanne sneak into the estate—his own girlfriend’s party—was recklessly careless.

But then again, if this was his doing... he must have had a reason. A plan. An agenda.

Fine, she told herself, exhaling slowly. Let’s see what this is all about.

"How nice it must feel," Susanne’s voice rang out—low, raspy, and sharp, like a rusted blade dragged across stone. "Strutting around, attending your fancy parties while I’ve been dragged down and buried alive! Tell me, how much did my brother spend on this charade? Probably enough to keep me afloat for a month!"

Marienne let out a slow sigh and crossed her arms, stepping forward with a cold deliberation. Her gaze swept over Susanne, assessing her with visible disdain. The woman was dressed entirely in black—a black mask over her chin, a cap pulled low over her hair. She was still desperate to hide herself from the world.

That’s the same outfit she wore to the Golden Room, Anna noted from behind the hedge, peering cautiously through the leaves.

"What business is it of yours how much he spent?" Marienne sneered, her tone thick with contempt. "As long as not a single penny is wasted on your pathetic, freeloading lifestyle anymore, I’d say it was money well spent."