MasukShe 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?
Lihat lebih banyakThe 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 learned grief didn’t always look like crying.Sometimes it looked like folding laundry at midnight because the silence was louder if she didn’t move.Sometimes it looked like staring at her phone, rereading Jared’s last message until the words blurred into meaninglessness.Sometimes it looked like waking up every morning surprised she was still here.The house had shifted since the funeral.Not dramatically. Not in ways anyone else would notice. But Mia felt it the way you feel a cracked bone before the X-ray confirms it.Liam woke earlier now. Left later. When he kissed her cheek, it lingered just a fraction too long, like guilt had weight. He kept asking if she was okay in that careful tone people use when they already know the answer.Rose, on the other hand, bloomed.That was the part that unsettled Mia the most.She moved through the penthouse like someone settling in. Reorganizing the kitchen. Suggesting meals. Talking about stress levels and the baby always the baby with a
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 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
By Monday morning, my "brilliant" lie was starting to feel less like quick thinking and more like social suicide. Work was my sanctuary, my territory. Here, I didn't have to dodge questions about my personal life or pretend to be someone I wasn't. Here, I could bury myself in spreadsheets and con
The 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
By the time Friday rolled around, I'd convinced myself that I was ready. I had rehearsed our story, picked out the perfect "effortlessly in love" outfit, and reminded myself that this was just business.Then Liam pulled up in a black Mercedes, stepped out in a dark suit that looked like it had been
If I'd been hoping Liam Wolfe would pick a discreet place for our "business dinner," I was wrong.The restaurant was one of those dimly lit, ultra-modern spots where every glass cost more than my electricity bill and the waiters looked like they'd stepped off a runway. The kind of place where half












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