Page 53 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

“You guys came up with this idea yourselves?”

Their heads bobbed.

“What’s wrong with it?” Jake asked.

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just really ambitious, that’s all.”

“I told you she would act like this,” Jake said. “She doesn’t think we can pull it off.”

“That’s the point of the presentation, dude. We’re trying to convince her. Speaking of the presentation, will you look at your itinerary? We’re supposed to be on the fifth slide already.”

They got their act together, and the longer I listened, the more intrigued I became. They’d already recruited an astonishing number of celebrities, both from traditional media and internet influencers. Not only that, but they’d also gotten the celebs to agree to something I never thought was possible.

The celebrities and influencers were going to make posting about the charity work a regular occurrence, presenting it as a part of their everyday life, to try and normalize it for everyone who followed them. It was all about using their influence for the greater good, which a surprising number of them were willing to do absolutely for free.

Jake and Ramone wrapped up their presentation, speaking the last line together.

“So, this will bring saving the world to the next level!”

I stood up and applauded. Jennifer smiled and gave them a thumbs up.

“Bravo, gentlemen. Well done indeed…”

My voice trailed off. I looked at the PowerPoint slide, then at presentation notes splayed out in front of Ramone.

“Um, what did you just say? About taking it to the next level?”

“That’s our slogan!” Ramone said, his eyes burning with pride. “The project is called Next Level.”

“Project Next Level,” I repeated, sitting back in my seat. I’d fucked up big time.

“Yeah, take a look.”

And then they handed me the same damn folder I’d seen on my fake husband’s desk. He wasn’t looking for a replacement for me. He was looking for people to join the charity bandwagon and take it literally to the next level.

“I made a huge mistake.”

They all looked at me funny, but I shook it off. A happy energy seized hold of me.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, hugging both Jake and Ramone. “You guys did great. Knocked it out of the park.”

“Um, okay,” Jake said, looking confused.

“Now, I have to go and call Evan. I have to explain… everything.”

I turned my phone back on as I left the boardroom. As soon as I did a ton of messages popped up, most of them from Evan. They popped up too rapidly for me to make out what they said, except for the last one, which was the most recent text of all. I noticed that there was a paperclip symbol and tapped on the attachment icon.

My eyes widened when I saw the label on the attachment.

Divorce Papers.PDF

Chapter 20

Amanda

As we rolled down the street, I stared out the window. The cabbie had a penchant for soul-tinged jazz. It emanated from his radio speakers, though I could see he played the music off of his phone.

I replayed all of the ‘greatest hits’ of my phony relationship with Evan. The moment I laid eyes on him, I just knew he was going to be trouble. The thing was, I really craved a little trouble in my life at that point.

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