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 MoreMia 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
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
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.
The city lights glowed faintly against the dusk, a thousand golden windows reflected in my windshield. From where I sat, parked across the street, I could see two silhouettes moving inside the penthouse one tall, broad-shouldered. The other smaller. Closer.My fingers tightened around the steering
By the time I got home from the courthouse, my phone looked like it was trying to self destruct. Fortytwo missed calls. Dozens of texts. A string of frantic emails from my PR director marked URGENT.I barely had time to put my bag down before I hit the first voicemail."Mia, it's David from the boa






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