I Became the Billionaire's Fake Lover to Get My Revenge
Chapter 62: Dirty Secret

Chapter 62: Dirty Secret

What the hell is Susanne doing here? Anna’s brows furrowed as she studied the woman from behind her glasses. I saw the news of her arrest when we returned, she was sent to the female detention facility... Even if she was later placed under house arrest, there’s no way she should be walking around so freely like this.

Driven by a growing curiosity, Anna leaned forward slightly. She needed to find out what was going on.

Turning to face the empty bar, she adjusted her headscarf, making sure not a single strand of hair or feature of her face was visible. Then, lifting her empty wine glass to her lips, she began to fidget with the stem—her eyes on the glass, her ears straining to catch every word exchanged behind her.

"I’d watch your tone, Suzy," Sebastian said, leaning back in his seat, arms folded across his chest with lazy arrogance. "I was the one who bailed you out. Not your family. Not your friends. Me. Even your own parents weren’t willing to pay for your release."

"I don’t care," Susanne snapped, her tone sharp, eyes blazing with annoyance. "It should’ve been Marienne! She was the one who was supposed to do that—not you! Where is she anyway? Just because she’s my brother’s fiancée now, does she think she’s suddenly too good for this?"

Sebastian’s expression hardened, the sharp line of his jaw tightening. "What does it matter? You’re out, aren’t you? You can go wherever you like—so long as it doesn’t involve returning to your mansion or making any contact with Marienne or your family. That was the condition."

Susanne scoffed, running both hands down her face in visible frustration, as though trying to scrub the anger away. "And what the hell am I supposed to do now, huh? Did that bitch even think about that before sending you in her place? Where am I supposed to live? How am I supposed to survive without money?"

"Calm down," Sebastian sighed, dragging his fingers through his sleek, dark hair. "Don’t you have an old flame you can run to? If memory serves me right, you’ve had quite a few lovers in the past. Surely one of them would be desperate enough to lend you a helping hand."

"Ugh," Susanne groaned, rolling her eyes. "After I stole Oscar from his fiancée, I really thought that was it. I may not look like it, but I’m not the kind of woman who juggles multiple men. I believed he was the one. He did leave that witch for me, even knowing we’d struggle financially."

She paused for a beat, then clutched her hair at the roots, tugging in frustration. "I need to talk to him. Take me to his house. He moved back in with his parents after Paris, didn’t he? Let me see him."

Sebastian’s lips curled into a grin, something dangerous flashing in his dark eyes. "Yeah... that’s not going to happen."

"What? Why not?!"

"Oscar Pierce is no longer in the country," Sebastian said, leaning forward slightly, his voice tinged with cruel amusement. "He left just last week—and he’s already engaged again. That’s why he moved."

He paused for dramatic effect, then flashed her a sharper, wider smile. "His new fiancée is a wealthy woman from Morocco. Word is, her parents helped Jane Pierce expand her clothing line by offering local textile production connections. So, yeah... it made perfect sense."

Susanne’s face flushed with fury, her chest rising and falling rapidly as anger overtook her. No. That had to be a lie. It had to be.

Oscar would never agree to another arranged marriage. He told her that himself—the day he walked away from his former fiancée.

He had wanted to be an artist—free from the suffocating grip of his powerful family. He had dreams, convictions. And now... some fiancée from Morocco? Another arranged marriage?

No. It had to be a lie.

"What? You don’t believe me?" Sebastian scoffed, as though reading her thoughts. His voice dripped with disdain. "Then how do you explain the fact that he never came to visit you while you were detained?"

Susanne hesitated. Her lips parted, but no words came out. The silence hung in the air like a thick fog. She clearly had no reasonable explanation, and perhaps, deep down, she had been waiting for someone else to offer her one.

"I’m sure it was hard for him too," she said at last, her voice soft, almost childlike. She averted her gaze, eyes darting to the floor. "His family is very controlling... of course he couldn’t visit me freely. And honestly, I wouldn’t have wanted him to. It’s better for his—for our reputation. And our future."

Sebastian burst into laughter. Genuine, mocking laughter that echoed off the walls. "Are you seriously that naïve?" he said between chuckles, his grin wide and biting. "No wonder Marienne managed to outgrow you. You really are a dimwit."

"What?" Susanne’s voice trembled, her expression crumbling as the color drained from her face.

Sebastian let out a long, exasperated sigh. "The moment he came back to this country, Oscar was practically begging his parents to get him away from you. They were willing to disown him, Susanne—disown him—and let him stay by your side. But what did he do?" He leaned in, his tone lowering with a cruel sort of finality. "He got on his knees and begged them to find him a suitable woman instead. He was desperate to run from you."

"No..." Her voice cracked as the word slipped out. Her lips parted in disbelief, her entire face ashen. "No... That bastard...!"

Anna’s lips curled into a subtle, satisfied smile. It was yet another quiet triumph—personal and deeply gratifying.

She remembered all too well how Susanne used to laugh at Marienne behind her back, mocking her for trailing after Robert while he was still married to Anna.

How pathetic, she had said to anyone who would listen. That Marienne actually believed she could one day replace Robert’s wife and bask in the spotlight that wasn’t hers.

Well, the joke was on Susanne now.

Always a mistress, never a wife, Anna thought, the corner of her mouth twitching with restrained amusement. Her eyes glimmered with the light of yet another small, private victory.

"Listen," Sebastian broke the silence, his voice low, tired, and edged with cold impatience. "Marienne gave me money for your bail and asked me to bring you here for a decent lunch—some comfort after weeks in detention. Now, are you going to accept it or not?"

Susanne’s eyes narrowed, her expression tightening into fury. "What? A lunch?"

She shot to her feet, nearly sending the small table flying. "You fucking lowlives!" she spat, her voice dropping into a venomous hiss.

"Both you and your precious Mary," she sneered, "will regret throwing me out like that. Robert too."

"Oh yeah?" Sebastian leaned back in his seat again, gaze sharp and unbothered. "And what exactly are you going to do?"

A slow, bitter smile crept across Susanne’s lips. "I’m going to Marienne’s family mansion," she declared, voice trembling with fury barely held in check. "I’ll wait near the gate. And you can tell her this—if she doesn’t come see me in person and give me enough money to get back on my feet..."

She paused, her eyes glittering with spite. "Then I’ll expose that little dirty secret the two of you have been so desperately trying to keep buried."

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