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Chapter 22: Fuck You

Downstairs, Elizabeth and Regina were waiting near the grand doors, coats in hand and shoes clicking lightly against the marble floor.

Regina looked up as Ruby approached. "That was brilliant," she whispered with a proud smile. "Absolutely brilliant."

Elizabeth gave a rare nod of approval. "He’s beginning to believe. But don’t let your guard down. He’s smart. If anything feels off, he’ll notice."

Ruby exhaled, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "It’s not easy... being someone I’m not."

"It was never going to be," Elizabeth said coolly. "But you’ve managed better than we could have hoped. Just treat him better, the way you would a lover. Only difference is, you’d have to break up in a year so put that at the back of your mind."

Regina stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Ruby’s arm. "Yes, I agree with Elizabeth. Now that he’s starting to trust you, this is the time to show him love. Real affection. Even if it’s uncomfortable. You need to erase the remaining doubt, not by words but by your affection and actions."

Ruby looked between them, her heart heavy. "And what if I slip? What if he sees something I miss or what if I show him too much love than Ivy did?"

"Then you cover it up with care," Elizabeth said. "You distract him with tenderness. That’s how people fall in love... even with strangers. Besides, he’d only be happy if you show him more love, not suspect you."

Ruby swallowed hard. This wasn’t just a performance anymore—it was becoming real. Stefan was beginning to trust her. And that trust... terrified her.

"I’ll try," she whispered.

"You’re doing more than trying," Regina said gently. "You’re surviving. And one day, this will all be behind us."

Ruby nodded, her voice caught in her throat. As the door opened and the night breeze whispered in, she watched the two women disappear into the dark, leaving her alone in the vast, silent foyer.

But upstairs, in the room where Stefan waited, the real challenge was just beginning.

Though she had told herself she would be genuine with her feelings for him since he deserved a genuine heart, how was she going to go about it?

Doing all of that was at her own risk and what would happen if her sister ever returned? Would she be willing to leave Stefan vulnerable and aline with her knowing she could leave him at will?

The house had grown quiet. Dinner had ended, the guests had left, and Stefan was resting peacefully in his room—trusting her, believing in her. Ruby had dimmed the lights in the hallway, her steps soft as she carried a covered tray down the back corridor toward her quarters where Rayna was staying hidden.

She gave a light knock, then opened the door.

Rayna sat cross-legged on the bed, flipping through her notebook. Her eyes brightened at the sight of Ruby.

she teased, setting the

eyes and stepped in, setting the tray on the nightstand. "You’re lucky I even snuck you food. One of the

revealing roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and

resting her head against the frame. "You have no idea how much acting

a brow, fork already halfway to her mouth. "That

how I stood up for him at the company and I said I couldn’t

phone? Did you record? I need to hear everything," Rayna said and Ruby giggled before

he might fall for this you or that you might fall for him?" she asked and Ruby

I just know that I meant it," Ruby

gave her a look, but didn’t press.

beginning to trust me," Ruby said, her fingers tightening

what if he’s just pretending to believe you? What if

to her, alarm flashing across her face.

and I bet you’ve not had sex with him. Ivy would have happily done that by now. He’s blind, not stupid, Rub. What if this is all a setup? What

her mouth to respond, ready to laugh it off, but

way," Ruby muttered. "He wouldn’t. He’s been—"

He’s been the one most suspicious. Could he have hired someone to

because he was scared of what might have happened to his real Ivy or because he was scared of

was he acting as though he believed her now? Was it what she said to him at the wine cellar or because his mother’s

observant. And he’s not someone who likes being lied to. Maybe he’s

churned. "You’re

"I’m realistic."

for a moment, the tension between them now thicker than the

and sat forward, suddenly serious. "Have you heard

"Nothing since the last

sharp. "Text

asked in

life. Tell him you’re done playing games and if he texts you again, you’ll involve your husband and make sure he’s caught. You can tell him you have nothing to hide

that’s crazy. What if

Show some backbone, Ruby. Push back. What’s the worst that can happen? He already thinks he has control over you. Flip the script. I bet if it’s really Stefan, he’d stop when you show you don’t

if it’s not Stefan? What if

have evidence and there’s no way Stefan would ask to see ’your

"This feels reckless."