The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Sofie’s POV

I scoffed as I watched the deliveryman set the basket of gifts down before handing me a notepad and a pen.

“I need your signature right here, Miss Diaz.” He said, motioning to the dotted line at the bottom of the notepad.

“I know where I need to sign on. This is the fifth time I’ve received this unwanted package this week.” I spat, shoving the notepad at him.

He just bowed before getting on his bike and zooming off.

I sighed as I darted the basket a cursory look.

The day after I slammed the door in Roman’s face, I had started getting daily deliveries of huge baskets of gifts.

The gifts ranged from boxes of chocolates, packets of marshmallows, a handwritten apology from him, a bottle of non alcoholic red wine, a huge teddy bear, to a dainty bracelet, which Amy had later informed me was a two carat diamond bracelet that cost somewhere between three thousand to five thousand grand.

Now I had five diamond bracelets which were worth about twenty five thousand grand, that I planned on never wearing.

I placed the basket on the table and shook my head as I retrieved the now familiar leather box, which usually encased a diamond bracelet from the basket.

And sure enough, it contained another dainty, diamond bracelet.

“Roman again?” Amy’s voice came from behind me, causing me to exhale heavily and nod.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“That man is loaded, damn! For him to have bought you six Bvlgari bracelets in a week. He is really something.” She said, as I took out the rest of the basket’s contents.

“Even this chocolate can’t be found in malls.” She said, motioning to the box of dessert in my hold.

I gazed at the chocolate with a perplexed frown. “Why?”

“It is made by that renowned celebrity confectioner, I forgot what his name is. But I know you need to be on a waiting list for about three weeks before you can order just a box of chocolate from him.” She explained.

I huffed, and shook my head.

I couldn’t imagine waiting for three weeks to order a box of chocolate from someone, just because they were a celebrity confectioner.

“That is just borderline ridiculous. Imagine craving for chocolates, and having to wait for days before you get it. When you can just go into he nearest mall to get varieties of chocolates within an hour.” I muttered.

“It’s the effort that counts, Sofie. These chocolates are not like the usual ones we consume. They cost about a hundred and fifty bucks for just a packet, and a box of these chocolates contains five packets. I heard it’s because they are handmade by the confectioner.” Amy said, and shook her head in awe.

“That is nothing more than capitalism. Imagine buying a box of chocolates for almost eight hundred dollars.” I snorted.

The mere thought enraged me.

Rather than impressing me, Roman’s extravagant, and ostentatious gifts greatly infuriated me.

At first, I was touched by his religious devotion to the baby and I, but now it just felt like a huge waste of money.

I had no idea what he thought he’d achieve by buying me stuff that I didn’t even need.

I mean I had just two hands, yet in the short span of five days, he had gotten me six bracelets.

“Roman Giovanni is truly a billionaire. You’re right, I really can’t imagine being on a waiting list for a mere box of overpriced chocolate. Wealthy people are really different from us.” Amy said.

“Yeah, they are truly different from us and more wasteful than we are. At least, we have basic saving etiquette.” I uttered, and she nodded.

“True. That’s apt but they also have investments that are worth far more than our savings. They just love to spend money on unnecessary stuffs.”

“Tell me about it.” I sighed.

“By the way, isn’t it strange that he hasn’t come to see you after he got discharged from the hospital?” Amy queried, and I stealthily steered my gaze away from her to my lap.

I still hadn’t told her that Roman visited on the day he was discharged, and I honestly didn’t think I was ever going to.

“Yeah. It sure is strange. He’s probably taking his time or something.” I replied.

“He’s taking his time yet he keeps sending gifts, huh? Did something happen between you both?” She threw me a scrutinizing gaze.

I managed not to cower under her intense gaze, as I forced out an awkward laugh.

“What could possibly happen between us? I haven’t even see him since he got discharged.” I fibbed, avoiding her stare.

“Fuck, it’s almost five!” Amy suddenly shrieked, as she glanced down at her wristwatch.

“What’s happening by five?” I questioned, befuddled but relieved that the subject of our conversation had been changed.

“I have a movie date with Damien.” She replied, keeping her gaze fixated on her wristwatch.

“Really? And you didn’t even think of telling me.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It must have escaped my mind. Nowadays, I keep forgetting important stuff.

“Right. It must have surely escaped your mind.” I jeered.

Without glancing in my direction, she picked up her purse, and said. “I will be back before midnight. Take care of yourself, and my godbaby.”

“Sure.” I grinned.

Afterward, she exited the apartment.

Leaving me to stare at the clutter of gifts that were piled up on the table.

I reached out for the familiar envelope which bore both Roman’s signature and stamp.

Then, I tore it open, and retrieved the letter inside it.

With a sigh, I perused the letter which read;

“Hi, cuore mio. How are you doing today? I hope our baby is not stressing you too much. I’ve been reading a couple of parenting books for new parents, and boy am I intrigued. I also learned from one of the books that eating chocolates in moderation helps to regulate your blood sugar. How great is that?”

I pursed my lips to suppress the smile that threatened to creep onto my face, as I read through the note, before proceeding.

“I will stop here for today. We need to talk about whatever is going on between us one day. But I will patiently wait for you until you are ready to talk things out with me. Don’t forget that I will always love you, no matter what.

Love,

Your Roman.”

I huffed as I placed the letter on the table, before retracting my phone from my pocket.

Then, I typed in a message, and sent it to Roman before I could think too much of it.

He was right.

We needed to talk, for me to properly break up with him, so we could both move on with our respective lives, as soon as possible.