Page 66 of Faking it With A Grumpy Billionaire

“Hmmm . . .” I replied, with no words to say.

“Elizabeth?”

“Yes?” I responded while forcing a smile on my face and, at the same time, trying to make sure it looked very much natural.

How else was I supposed to react? No one wanted to read comments like that from people. It just told me what I needed to know. The public was not at all in support of what Will and I shared.

Although a part of me understood the importance of not caring about what people say, I still could not pretend that everything was fine and that I felt all right. It was painful to witness people saying such terrible things about me. To think that I should be the victim here, the one who did nothing wrong but was cheated on. But, as expected, the world never seemed to reason in the appropriate way. Now, they had managed to make me the problem in the equation, and to be honest, I had no words to say.

The moment I saw the waiter approaching us with food, I could not be happier. This was a way for me to evade the thoughts of all that was going on and just focus on filling up my belly. My only prayer was that all of these issues didn’t get to affect the business.

“Thank you,” I said politely as I pulled my plate of food closer to myself, digging into the plate of fries.

In no time, we were done, and we went back home, the journey being silent all through with nothing much to say. All of the excitement with which I started the morning was gone.

“Elizabeth!” Lydia pulled me into a corner all of a sudden, confusing me even further.

“What! Why did you do that?”

“Look ahead.”

I looked in the direction she pointed—toward my apartment building. But the building itself wasn’t the problem. It was the swarm of reporters gathered there that worried her.

“So now I can’t go into my own house?”

“Let me book us a taxi. We can go to my place and stay there for a bit while we try to sort all of this out.”

I let out a sigh as I wondered how the events of the day seemed to suddenly turn around. It was as though life was really keen on not seeing me happy and excited for once. That was my only explanation as to why every time something good seemed to want to emerge, a negative event always had to take the lead. This seemed like a pattern, and to be honest, it was getting exhausting.

“Come on, let’s go to my place.”

I followed Lydia’s lead, getting into the taxi and just looking out the window as we drove over to her house. Unlike my one-bedroom apartment, Lydia lived in a spacious house all by herself, with four ensuite bedrooms. I mean, what else would you expect when both your father and brother are billionaires? The luxury naturally trickles down.

Settling onto her couch, I wondered what was going to happen next. Was this how life would be as Will’s wife? Filled with drama and controversies, with online critics undermining my confidence at every turn. Was I truly ready for what lay ahead?

I had been so caught up in my emotions that I never really considered the significant impact marrying someone like Will would have on my life. Today’s events make it evident that being married to a man of such wealth and influence is clearly a big deal.

“Yes, she is with me,” I heard Lydia say, and I could already guess that she was on the phone with Will.

Letting out a sigh, I picked up my phone and deleted all my social media apps. With the notifications constantly bombarding my phone, I guess I could use a break from all the noise and just focus on myself for a while. I needed to ensure I was ready for the journey ahead with Will—the life of an ordinary girl marrying a billionaire.

Chapter thirty

Will

“How bad is it now, Anthony?” I asked as I paced around my room.

“Well, to be honest, Miss Elizabeth seems to be taking most of the hit, and that is sad but good for the business.”

“Excuse me?” I retorted almost immediately, anger rising within me.

“I’ll advise you to take that back immediately. Elizabeth is my fiancée, and she doesn’t deserve to take the hit for an error that I made.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Anthony said, bowing his head immediately.

I waved a hand, dismissing the issue as I thought of what to do next.

“And the lady who wrote the blog post?”

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