The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 84

It was best to give him a heads-up.

"Spit it out. What did she do now?"

Sterling snapped, a headache pulsing at his temples just thinking about Elena's talent for causing chaos.

"She didn't change her clothes. She went straight to his room wearing your oversized dress shirt..."

"And you walked her there? Why didn't you tell her to change!"

Sterling cut her off with a murderous glare.

The maid flinched, terrified. "I did! But she completely ignored me!"

"Elena, how dare you—"

The thought of her strutting around the house wearing nothing but his shirt made his blood boil.

That manipulative witch. She had to be trying to seduce his brother!

He should have known. Girls from The Midnight Lounge were relentless. They never missed a chance to climb the social ladder.

He had specifically warned her that Xavier was incredibly picky and obsessed with his ex. Her chances of successfully sleeping her way into his bed were zero!

Not to mention, she had just slapped Xavier a few hours ago! Did she have a death wish?

For a split second, Sterling genuinely considered leaving her to burn, just waiting for Xavier to toss her out the front door.

Yet an irrational surge of jealousy forced him to sprint up the stairs toward Xavier's suite.

Bang—

He didn't even bother knocking. He just kicked the door violently.

When no one answered, he kicked it seven or eight more times in rapid succession.

He was two kicks away from splintering the wood completely off its hinges.

Suddenly, the door swung inward. Sterling's foot hit empty air, sending him stumbling into the room.

"Elena, are you out of your mind—"

"Careful, Sterls."

He was about to unleash a storm of fury when a pair of soft hands steadied him.

She hated him for being a pompous trust-fund bastard who treated her like a cheap bet. He had paraded her around his degenerate friends like she was nothing more than a shiny new toy.

His true identity as the untouchable Mr. Hawthorne was the ultimate cruel joke, turning this unexpected reunion into a suffocating trap.

She couldn't run. Not right now.

Her only saving grace was Sterling. He was her perfect shield.

"Sterls, if you hadn't shown up, I... I wouldn't have known what to do," she whimpered.

She kept up the act, but noticed Sterling remained entirely rigid. He wasn't hugging her back, and her heart skipped a nervous beat.

Sterling merely tolerated her embrace, his eyes scanning the chaotic room.

Eventually, his gaze locked onto the king-sized bed.

Xavier was lying flat on his back. The room was perfectly climate-controlled, yet he was buried up to his chin under a thick duvet, hiding every inch of his body.

It was bizarre.

He looked like he was desperately hiding some deeply shameful secret.