로그인She 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?
더 보기The 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 hadn’t planned on going to the gala.She was standing in her bedroom, halfway out of her dress, staring at herself in the mirror with a kind of detached exhaustion. The swelling of her belly was unmistakable now. Her body felt heavier, slower, like it belonged to someone else.After the photoshoot she had told Ava she’d stay home. She had told herself she didn’t have the strength for bright lights and fake smiles.Then her phone rang.Jared.She frowned, answering slowly. “Hey.”His voice came through tense, urgent, stripped of its usual calm. “Mia, I need you to come to the gala.”She straightened. “What? Jared, I’m not feeling great”“It’s important,” he cut in. “Really important. There’s something I have to tell you. You and Liam. In person.”Her pulse skipped. “Tell me what?”“I can’t say it over the phone.”That alone was enough to make her uneasy. “What is this about, Rose?”There was a pause. Just a fraction too long.“Yes,” he said carefully. “And Victor Grant.”Her stomac
Rose hated Victor’s house at night.In the daylight, it was all power and polish glass walls, marble floors, art that cost more than most people’s lives. But at night, when the lights dimmed and the city glittered below like a kingdom he believed he owned, the place felt like a cage.She stood near the window of his study, fingers curled around the edge of the desk, breathing carefully. Slowly. Steadily. As if one wrong breath might set him off.Victor Grant stood by the bar, his back to her, pouring himself a drink. The clink of ice against crystal sounded too loud in the silence.“You’re late,” he said calmly.“I had to be careful,” Rose replied. “I can’t be seen coming here too often.”Victor laughed softly. It wasn’t warm. It never was.“You live in the enemies house,” he said. “Don’t insult me by pretending discretion suddenly matters to you.”She didn’t answer.He turned then, glass in hand, eyes sharp and assessing as they dragged over her face, her body lingering, calculating.
Mia realized it one morning when she reached across the bed and touched cold sheets.Liam hadn’t come back.She lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet hum of the city outside. Her body felt heavy, her limbs slow, like grief had finally settled into her bones instead of hovering over her head.She pushed herself up and padded into the hallway.The guest room door was ajar.Inside, Rose lay propped against pillows, a glass of water on the nightstand. Liam sat beside the bed, sleeves rolled up, rubbing slow circles into her back while she retched softly into a bowl.“I’m sorry,” Rose whispered weakly. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”“It’s fine,” Liam murmured. “Breathe.”Mia stood there, unseen, watching.This wasn't just care.It was worse.It was romance.The kind of care that used to belong to her.Her stomach tightened not with jealousy, but with something quieter and more devastating: recognition.She turned away before they noticed her.Later that af
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 slept at all.But Rose was already awake.She would be sitting at the kitchen counter, wrapped in a cardigan, tea untouched in front of her, eyes shadowed with fatigue.“You should be sleeping,” Liam would say.She’d smile faintly. “I tried.”Then she’d press a hand to her stomach not dramatically, just enough to be noticed.“I don’t know why I feel so weak lately,” she’d murmur. “The doctor said the first trimester can be… delicate.”Delicate.The word lodged itself somewhere deep in Liam’s mind.At first, he stayed only a few minutes. Asked if she needed anything. Made sure she ate. Told himself it was responsibility, nothing more.But minutes stretched.Rose spoke quietly, as if afraid of tak
Jared noticed the silence first.The penthouse had always been loud in subtle ways music humming low, Mia’s heels clicking, Liam pacing during calls. Now it felt… muted. Like the air itself was holding its breath.He stepped out of the elevator with a slim folder tucked under his arm, adjusting his
Mia didn’t sleep.She lay on her side, knees drawn up, one hand curved protectively over her stomach while the other pressed into the mattress like she needed something solid to keep her from drifting apart.The house was quiet in the way only broken homes were.Not peaceful. Just holding its breat
“What?”The word barely left Mia’s mouth.It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t angry. It was thin like it might shatter if pressed too hard.Rose’s hand trembled where it rested on her stomach. She looked pale suddenly, fragile in a way that felt rehearsed. Her eyes flicked to Liam for half a second just long
The night smelled like rain and the Earth Mia sat in the driver’s seat of her car, parked two blocks from Grant Industries, watching the tall mirrored building glow like a fortress. Her hand trembled slightly as she checked her phone.One new message.Ethan: Back entrance. 9:00. Come alone.She to
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