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

"Nice going, Mary," Sebastian muttered as he lit another cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating the sharp angles of his face. His dark eyes narrowed coldly at the woman standing before him.

"Not only did you fail to get the money out of him, but you also managed to ruin your reputation. What do you think is going to happen to you now?"

Marienne clenched her fists tightly at her sides, her shoulders trembling with frustration and helpless rage.

"I didn’t know he was recording!" she shouted, her chest rising as she struggled to breathe through the storm inside her. "When I checked his phone, it was just the lock screen—there was nothing there!"

"I’m done listening to your excuses," he snapped, exhaling a thick cloud of bitter smoke directly into her face. Marienne recoiled, coughing as the acrid air clawed its way into her lungs, burning her throat.

Sebastian stood up from the cracked leather chair in his dimly lit office, the air heavy with the stench of tobacco and hard liquor. He paced around her like a predator circling its prey, then stopped behind her, placing both hands on her shoulders. His grip tightened, digging into her skin with deliberate cruelty.

"I’m getting tired of throwing money at you and getting absolutely nothing in return."

Marienne winced, the pain from his grip shooting down her arms, but her anger burned hotter than her fear. "You were the one who took half of my inheritance and wasted it on drugs! If you had invested it like I told you—"

"Invest?" Sebastian scoffed, his voice laced with mockery as he dug his fingers in deeper. "You mean in your little lover’s business? No, Mary. That would only mean more money for you in the long run, and I’m not interested in helping you profit off money that was mine to begin with. I’m not letting you pay me back with the cash I handed you."