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Alexander

It was infuriating.

There was no other word for it.

Harper Quinn, who had walked into my life like a storm wrapped in charm and defiance, had the audacity to make me feel things I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in years. And yesterday, when Matthews — that pompous board member — had dared to compliment her too freely, something inside me snapped.

I hated that I snapped. I hated that my blood boiled, that my chest tightened, and that my fingers ached to be closer to her and nowhere else. I hated that she could make me feel powerless.

And yet… I hated myself less for wanting her.

⸻

This morning, I found her in the kitchen again, sipping coffee like she owned the place. Which, technically, she did not.

“You look tired,” I said, though I had no right to notice.

“I woke up early,” she said, staring down into her mug. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” I said quickly. But she caught the soft edge in my voice.

I had learned early in life that emotions were dangero
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  • Falling For My Fake Fiancee   Ten

    Harper The morning started like any other, except that in the back of my mind, Vivienne’s eyes lingered like a shadow I couldn’t shake. I tried to focus on work, but every notification ping from my phone made my chest tighten. Lila had been texting me all morning: Lila: Okay, tell me she hasn’t done anything stupid yet. Me: I don’t know if it’s stupid or just… venomous. She smiled at Alexander like she owned him. Lila: Ugh. Ex alert. You can do this though. You’re Harper Freaking Quinn. I smiled at her words, feeling a little braver. Still, I knew today would be tricky. Alexander had a board meeting later, and the press would be there. Vivienne would show up eventually—I could feel it. When I arrived at Alexander’s office, the receptionist gave me a look I hadn’t seen before: a polite but pointed glance that suggested she had heard whispers. Great. Gossip already. I stepped into the elevator, rehearsing my calm, professional persona. I had learned quickly that confid

  • Falling For My Fake Fiancee   Nine

    Harper I wasn’t sure why my stomach was twisting into knots, but I had a sinking suspicion it had everything to do with the lobby of Alexander’s company building. And then I saw her. Vivienne. She was standing by the elevators like she owned the place—impossibly poised, perfectly dressed, hair shining under the lobby lights, eyes sharp as a blade. And she was looking at Alexander. I froze. My chest tightened, my mind scrambling for an excuse to disappear without making it obvious. Alexander stiffened next to me. I could feel the change in his posture before he spoke. “I should have known.” Vivienne’s eyes flicked to me. That slow, assessing glance made me feel like she was trying to dissect me with a single look. “And who do we have here?” she asked, voice light but dripping with subtle accusation. “I see Alexander has… a companion now.” I forced my lips into a smile. “Harper Quinn,” I said, holding out my hand. “I work with Alexander.” She raised an eyebrow, her l

  • Falling For My Fake Fiancee   Eight

    Alexander It was maddening. I had built my entire life around control—every decision calculated, every emotion contained, every vulnerability sealed away like a dangerous secret. And yet, here I was, standing in my penthouse, staring at Harper Quinn, realizing she had found the one thing I could not master: me. She was on the balcony, leaning against the railing, the city stretching endlessly behind her, hair tousled by the evening breeze. She didn’t see me at first, completely absorbed in whatever thoughts occupied her mind. Watching her, I understood why men had always underestimated the power of unpredictability. Harper was chaos disguised as composure. And she had a way of making me feel everything all at once. I stepped closer, careful to keep my voice calm. “You’re not answering your phone.” She didn’t flinch. “I’m not ignoring it,” she said, still staring at the horizon. “I just… don’t want to deal with the press frenzy today. Not all of it, anyway.” “You think I

  • Falling For My Fake Fiancee   Seven

    Harper I couldn’t breathe. Not in the literal sense — though my chest did feel tight — but because every fiber of me was aware of Alexander Cole standing inches away, his presence overwhelming, his eyes claiming mine in a way that was impossible to ignore. We hadn’t kissed. Not yet. But the closeness, the quiet heat between us, was almost unbearable. I tried to focus on the reason I was here — pretending, surviving, getting the money — but his voice, low and rough, made that impossible. “You’re avoiding me,” he said softly, leaning closer. I forced a laugh. “I am not.” “Your body disagrees,” he murmured, tilting his head, studying me. I opened my mouth to reply, but no words came. He was right. My body did betray me — the heat that had nothing to do with the spring air, the quickened pulse that had nothing to do with exertion. “Harper…” His voice was velvet and steel all at once. “Why do you fight me?” “Because I can,” I whispered, more to convince myself than hi

  • Falling For My Fake Fiancee   Six

    Alexander It was infuriating. There was no other word for it. Harper Quinn, who had walked into my life like a storm wrapped in charm and defiance, had the audacity to make me feel things I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in years. And yesterday, when Matthews — that pompous board member — had dared to compliment her too freely, something inside me snapped. I hated that I snapped. I hated that my blood boiled, that my chest tightened, and that my fingers ached to be closer to her and nowhere else. I hated that she could make me feel powerless. And yet… I hated myself less for wanting her. ⸻ This morning, I found her in the kitchen again, sipping coffee like she owned the place. Which, technically, she did not. “You look tired,” I said, though I had no right to notice. “I woke up early,” she said, staring down into her mug. “Why do you care?” “I don’t,” I said quickly. But she caught the soft edge in my voice. I had learned early in life that emotions were dangero

  • Falling For My Fake Fiancee   Five

    Harper I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Sitting in the sleek, intimidating lobby of Cole Enterprises, I tried to focus on my notes for the press interview. But all I could hear was Alexander’s voice behind me, low and insistent: “Don’t let them get under your skin.” “I can handle a simple interview,” I muttered. He glanced at me, gray eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you sure?” I raised an eyebrow. “Are you?” He didn’t answer. He never did when he was irritated, but the tension radiating off him was impossible to ignore. I’d thought this arrangement would be simple: play the part, get the money, survive six months. Easy. I was rapidly discovering that pretending to be Alexander Cole’s fiancée was anything but easy. The press room was chaos: cameras, lights, reporters pushing microphones forward, all eager to capture the newest power couple in Manhattan. My stomach twisted into knots, but I reminded myself to breathe. Alexander arrived a few minutes later, look

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