LOGINShe needed a husband. He needed a wife. Neither expected to find each other at end of the aisle. Mia Cross is a rising CEO with everything under control except her traditional family, who demand she marry before the year is out. Out of desperation, she invents the perfect boyfriend. But when her family insists on meeting him, her lie threatens to explode. Enter Liam Wolfe, her infuriating rival from a competing firm. He’s ruthless, arrogant, and entirely too handsome for his own good. But he needs a “wife” to secure the business deal of his life. Their solution? A marriage of convenience. The rules are simple: no love, no real intimacy, and an expiration date set in stone. But when family drama, boardroom battles, and scandalous rumors put their fragile arrangement under fire, Mia and Liam discover that pretending to be in love might be the most dangerous game of all. Because somewhere between fake kisses and staged smiles, the lines are blurring. And the hardest rule of all to keep might be the one that forbids falling in love. Will their marriage remain a lie… or become the truest thing they’ve ever known?
View MoreThe moment my mother cleared her throat over Sunday lunch, I knew I was in trouble.
She had that look the one she used before announcing she'd enrolled me in "just a few" extracurricular piano lessons at age nine that turned into competitive recitals until I was seventeen. The same look she had the week she "accidentally" set me up on a date with the neighbor's cousin. "Darling," she began, and my stomach sank, "your father and I were thinking..." Here it comes. "...you're twenty-eight, you're doing so well at that little tech company of yours" "Mom, it's a top-five national firm." "Yes, yes, but what's success without someone to share it with?" Across the table, my brother smirked. He'd brought his girlfriend, who was currently charming my grandmother with stories about how they met in a bookstore. I stabbed a piece of chicken like it had personally offended me. "I'm... busy," I said. "You're lonely," Mom countered. "I'm fine." "You need a man." And that's when it happened the moment that will live in my personal Hall of Fame for Terrible Decisions. "I have one," I blurted. Silence. The clink of cutlery stopped. Four pairs of eyes locked on me. "You... what?" Mom asked. I nodded, somehow committing to the lie before my brain had caught up. "A boyfriend. He's uh wonderful. Great job. Very... supportive." Grandma leaned forward. "Does he have teeth?" "Of course he has teeth!" I snapped, too loudly. My father's eyes narrowed. "What's his name?" My mind went blank. "L –Leo." No, that was the name of my high school crush. "Liam."The name of my most hated competition rolled of my tongue. Too late And that was it. One little lie, tossed onto the table between the roast chicken and the mashed potatoes, snowballing faster than I could catch it. "Bring him to the reunion," Mom said, eyes sparkling. "Reunion?" "This Saturday. Everyone will be there." "Everyone?" My voice cracked. Grandma grinned. "Can't wait to meet the man who finally stole our Mia's heart." The rest of lunch was a blur. I nodded at questions about "Liam's" hobbies, mumbled something about him loving golden retrievers, and tried not to choke on my water when Dad asked what his parents did for a living. By the time dessert was served, my fake boyfriend had been given a promotion, a summer home, and an allergy to strawberries. When I finally escaped into my car, I slammed my forehead against the steering wheel. "Great, Mia. Just great." I had five days to conjure up a Liam out of thin air. And that's when my phone buzzed with a news alert. Local Tech Rival Secures Spot in National Expansion Pitch. I tapped the link. And there he was Liam Wolfe. My infuriating, smug, ridiculously good looking rival from a competing firm. The man who'd stolen my biggest client last year. My fake boyfriend had just gotten a face. Liam Wolfe the one man i do not want to think about right now.Mia stopped sleeping properly.Not the kind of insomnia that came from racing thoughts, but the quieter kind where sleep arrived and left in fragments, where dreams bled too easily into waking life. She would drift off only to jolt awake with the feeling that she had forgotten something important. Something dangerous.She lay on her side now, staring at the faint line of light beneath the bedroom door. Liam hadn’t come to bed again.Her baby shifted, a slow roll that made her inhale sharply.“I know,” she whispered, pressing her palm there. “I feel it too.”She got up, wrapped a cardigan around herself, and padded down the hall.Liam was in the kitchen. Sitting at the table. Head in his hands.He looked up when he heard her. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”“You didn’t,” she said. Then, after a beat, “What’s wrong?”He hesitated, like he was choosing words from a minefield. “Rose had a scare tonight.”Mia leaned against the counter. “Another one?”“She fainted. Briefly. The doctor
Mia woke up with the strange certainty that something had already gone wrong.Not the dramatic kind. No phone vibrating, no shouting down the hall. Just a quiet heaviness in her chest, like her body had sensed the shift before her mind could catch up.She lay still for a moment, one hand resting over her stomach, feeling for the familiar reassurance of movement.There it was. A soft nudge. Then another.“Good morning,” she whispered, forcing a smile into the empty room.Liam’s side of the bed was cold.That had become normal.She got up slowly, showered, dressed, moved through the house like a guest in a place that used to belong to her. Rose was already in the kitchen when Mia walked in, sipping tea, sunlight catching the diamond at her throat.“Morning,” Rose said gently.Mia nodded. “Morning.”They existed together in polite silence now. No open hostility. No warmth either. Just careful steps around invisible landmines.Rose’s hand drifted to her stomach.“I’ve been feeling a bit d
The first headline didn’t come from a major outlet.It came from a blog.A small one. Easy to dismiss. The kind people pretended they didn’t read but always did.Mia saw it on her phone while waiting for Ethan in a quiet café tucked between two office buildings.TECH CEO SEEN GETTING “TOO CLOSE” WITH FORMER RIVAL TROUBLE IN THE WOLFE MARRIAGE?There was a photo beneath it.Grainy. Cropped. Taken from across the street.Her and Ethan. Standing too close. His hand mid-gesture. Her head tilted as she listened.Nothing scandalous.But context was everything.Mia didn’t flinch. She simply locked her phone and set it face-down on the table.“Let me guess,” Ethan said as he sat down. “We’ve been noticed.”“Barely,” she replied. “Which makes it perfect.”He studied her face. “You’re not upset?”“I’m tired of pretending I don’t know how this works.”She stirred her tea slowly. “Rose doesn’t need truth. She needs timing.”Ethan’s jaw tightened. “She’s setting you up.”“Yes,” Mia said calmly. “A
The first thing Mia learned about being ignored was that it didn’t happen loudly.It happened in pauses. In delayed replies. In the way Liam’s attention slid past her like water around stone.He still asked if she’d eaten. Still reminded her about appointments. Still kissed her cheek before leaving the house.But the kisses were lighter now. Distracted. Like a habit he hadn’t yet broken.Rose, on the other hand, needed him.That was the word she used.Needed.Mia heard it constantly, woven into conversation to often like a fragile thread that would snap if pulled too hard.“ I've been dizzy again lat6,” Rose would say softly. "I shouldn’t be alone right now.” “The doctor said stress could be dangerous at this stage.”And Liam .Liam responded every time.Not because he loved Rose. He loved the child though.Liam has always had a thing for children,he swore to be there for his and give them all the love and things he missed as a kid.Mia knew that much.He responded because guilt had a
The change didn’t happen all at once.It came in small decisions Liam didn’t even remember making.He started waking earlier, slipping out of bed carefully so he wouldn’t disturb Mia. He told himself it was kindness. She needed rest. The pregnancy had been hard on her. Some mornings she barely slep
Liam had always believed guilt was loud.He’d imagined it as something that screamed sleepless nights, shaking hands, obvious tells. But this guilt was quieter. Heavier. It sat in his chest and pressed down every time Mia smiled at him like she still trusted him.Like she still belonged to him.He
Sleep didn’t come that night.It hovered at the edges, teasing, cruel.Every time Mia closed her eyes, all she saw were faces Liam’s cold expression, Rosemary’s syrupy smile, Victor Grant’s calculating eyes.By morning, she’d given up trying.She dressed slow, . Gray skirt, white blouse, hair slick
LiamRain streaked the windshield as he pulled into the hospital’s parking lot. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, a dull ache sitting behind his ribs. The evening that had almost felt normal now seemed like a dream that had slipped through his fingers.He ran through the sliding doors.
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