The Stolen Sapphire: His Fake Girlfriend

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 681 | Released on: 22/01/2026

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ate!" she scream

izing the chaos if not the

p roared up the long driveway,

oor open. She jumped out, her boots hitting the pavement hard. He

out from the shad

t hair, the face of a tortured poet that had

shoulders. His

. "Whose bastard is it, Belle? Did yo

he world spinning. The smell of his cologne-the on

nds off me,"

me! Flo

you are a pathetic

hand, his face tw

utiful, solid sound. Jonas stumbled back, tripping o

epping in front of Belle, "and you'

t up. She turned and ran up the step

lilies and furniture

med. Her voice echoed

time. She knew exactly where her sister would be. The ma

e handle. She kicked it. The lock splintered.

f the full-length mirror. She

sapphire

elle burst in. "You

hree strides. She was a whi

ce with her hands. "Daddy gave i

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in. She didn't uncl

etal scraped against Aryana's

na shrieked, lunging at

aised her hand and slapp

s sharp, lou

cheek, her eyes wide with shock.

She clutched the necklace in her fis

dangerous. "I saw you in the bathroom this morning on Instagram.

ed. Her face went fro

y before the ring was even on your finger," Belle hissed, "you wil

from her eyes, but she didn't

klace around her own neck. The cold metal

, sis," Belle sai

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“I returned to New York after three years in Paris, sick and broken, with nothing but a venomous vow to reclaim my life. I looked like a total disaster in my scuffed boots and ripped jeans, a far cry from the Stanton heiress I once was. On the flight home, a glossy magazine headline hit me like a physical blow: my half-sister Aryana was celebrating a fairytale engagement while wearing my dead mother's sapphire pendant. The necklace was my only legacy, stolen by the interlopers who had usurped my place the moment I vanished. Things spiraled into a nightmare before I even landed. I accidentally spilled milk all over a powerful billionaire, Denis Stephens, and then fainted directly into his arms during turbulence. At the hospital, my ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend mocked my illness, snapping photos of me looking like a "pregnant" mess to ruin my reputation. When I finally fought my way to the family manor to snatch the necklace back, my father tried to hit me, and my ex accused me of becoming a whore in Europe. I couldn't understand how my own father could freeze my bank accounts and treat me like a criminal while my sister played house with my mother's jewels. I was back in the orbit of the Manhattan elite, but I was a pariah with a target on my back and a body that was failing me. Then, the final blow came. I rear-ended a Bentley belonging to Denis Stephens-the same man I'd humiliated on the plane. With six figures in damages and zero dollars in my pocket, I was completely at his mercy. "You're going to be my date tonight," He commanded, pulling me into a high-stakes game of fake romance and cold revenge that I wasn't sure I'd survive.”