The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Sofie’s POV

“Or should we just forgo cooking dinner tonight? For some reason, I have a craving for pasta today. Should we order from the new Italian restaurant across the street? That’s it, I’m ordering.” Amy’s voice drifted into my ears as I blankly stared at the moving figures on the television screen.

Somehow, I blurred her voice out instead of giving her a reply which earned me a shoulder smack from her.

“What did you do that for?” I winced, rubbing my shoulder.

“To bring you back to the world. What are you thinking so deeply about? I’ve beeno asking for your opinion on what to eat for dinner and you’ve just been staring into space. What’s wrong? Are you feeling pains anywhere?” She asked, her voice softening as she eyed me.

“Yes.” I nodded.

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“Here.” I pointed to my heart.

“Oh, Sofie.” She muttered, and hugged me.

“I love you but you reek of potato chips, and it’s making me nauseous.” I said, barely managing to suppress my tears.

Whenever she hugged me, I always felt so vulnerable that it was easy for me to tear up.

I had already cried five times that day and I wasn’t planning on crying for the sixth time.

She disengaged from the hug, and sniffed herself before scampering upstairs. “Oh, I almost forgot about the little potato apathy you have going on. Let me go wash up and change into something else.”

I just laughed. “Alright. Be fast about it, or else I’ll finish eating your pasta before you get back.”

“Don’t you dare, you glutton.” She yelled from upstairs which made me laugh harder.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I couldn’t bring myself to go back home to Roman’s mansion.

I had initially slept there for a night but I had nightmares about Roman dying which badly scared me, so I decided to get an apartment with Amy.

I also couldn’t stand living in that big house without Roman being there. The house felt too suffocating for me without him.

Moments later, the doorbell rang and I quickly went to answer the door.

“These people are fast.” I muttered to myself as I opened the door.

I didn’t expect to see Damien smiling down at me with a takeout bag dangling from his hand.

“Damien.” I said. “Come in. We weren’t expecting you at all.”

“Yeah, I didn’t plan on coming here today either. I had some work to do nearby, so I decided to stop by.” He said, setting the takeout on the table.

“You didn’t have to bother with this.” I motioned to the food.

Damien just huffed and waved me off. “It’s the least I can do. By the way, is Amy in?”

“Yeah. She’s upstairs. I nodded. “She should-oh there she comes.”

“What do you think about this? Do I still smell like potatoes?” She scoffed as she trudged downstairs.

“I can’t smell you from up there.” I joked. “You’d have to cancel your order from the Italian restaurant because Damien brought us some pasta.”

“Damien, oh my goodness! I didn’t even notice you were here!” Amy panicked, as her entire face flushed with embarrassment.

I had been watching both of them for the past couple of weeks, and I knew they’d both have something to address sooner or later.

“Good day, Amy.” Damien smiled, and I watched Amy become more flustered.

“H-Hi.” She stuttered.

“You have to cancel the order, babe. You can gawk at him after you do that.” I teased, and she glared at me before wiping out her phone.

The humourous atmosphere dissolved into a tense one as we all sat down.

“So have you gone to visit Roman yet?” I asked.

Damien nodded, handing me a fork. “You should eat. You look leaner than you did when I last saw you.”

“So he still doesn’t remember me then.” I smiled sadly as I collected the fork.

“The doctors are proposing psychotherapy. I will try to convince him to go for it. He’ll regain his lost memories in no time when he starts.” Damien said.

“I hope so.” I muttered. “I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Have faith, Sofie.” He replied before steering the conversation to Amy.

“Amy, is the carbonara to your liking?” He asked.

My best friend blushed and nodded. “Yes, it is. Thanks.”

I didn’t want to interrupt their little moment with my worries, so I just kept quiet as I brooded heavily on what Lana said to me the other day, pertaining to evidence.

“A dollar for your thoughts, babe?” Amy inquired, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m just really worried about Roman. We have no idea what plans Lana has up her evil sleeves. I just want her to go to jail, and get out of our lives forever.” I confessed.

Amy nodded in silent agreement, and patted my shoulder.

“I’m working on gathering the evidence, Sofie. She can’t hide from the law forever. Sooner or later, somebody will rat her out, and we’ll send her to jail as soon as possible.” Damien reassured me.

“By the way, has Alexander Guilon said anything yet?” I asked.

Some days after I regained consciousness, Damien had briefed me on the true relationship Lana had with Alexander Guilon.

I had expected them to be everything but father and daughter.

But somehow, it made sense.

They were both psychopathic in nature.

I guessed it ran in their family.

“He’s still refusing to talk. He said he’d never betray his dear daughter. We’ve cajoled him with all sorts of appealing offers yet he still remains adamant. We even told him he had a chance of getting out in six months if he testified against her but he remained unperturbed. The cops are eventually going to torture him to confess.” Damien divulged.

I sighed in frustration as I forked my hands through my hair.

“There just doesn’t seem to be a way out. What if Roman never regains his memory? What will become of me and our baby?” I questioned.

“I can assure you that we will get that evidence either by hook or by crook. You just have to relax and don’t strain your health and that of the baby’s.” He elucidated.

A million thoughts and questions raced through my mind but all I said was, “Okay.”