Mia James needs a lifeline—fast. Accused of stealing company funds, she’s on the brink of losing her job when billionaire Adrian Knight offers her an unexpected way out: a contract marriage. Marrying him will clear her reputation, and for Adrian, it means silencing rumors, handling the press on his terms and fulfilling his grandfather's last wishes. It’s strictly business... or so they both say. Their plan seems simple enough: smile for the cameras, keep the story airtight, and definitely don’t fall for each other. But when Mia’s furious ex crashes their first press conference, she's forced to get closer to Adrian than she'd ever imagined. Suddenly, staged kisses feel dangerously real, and “pretending” becomes harder with every look they share. Now, Mia’s balancing a fake marriage, a very real connection with Adrian, and the risk of her entire world unraveling. With secrets on both sides and her heart on the line, can she keep her cool—or will they both get swept up in the game they started? In this rollercoaster of passion, scandal, and deception, Mia and Adrian are about to learn that in love and life, nothing ever goes exactly as planned.
View More“Why do you care so much, Adrian?”The words slipped out before I could stop them, slicing through the tense silence in the living room like a sharp blade.Adrian froze mid-typing on his laptop, his fingers hovering over the keys. He didn’t look at me right away, but his jaw ticked—a telltale sign I’d struck a nerve.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said finally, his tone clipped.I leaned back against the couch, crossing my arms as I studied him. “Oh, come on. Don’t act like you haven’t been glaring at me for the past three days every time I so much as smile at someone else.”He exhaled sharply through his nose, shutting his laptop with a little too much force. “You’re imagining things, Mia.”“Am I?” I challenged, arching an eyebrow. “Because it seems like you have an awful lot of opinions about who I talk to and when.”Adrian’s dark eyes finally met mine, his gaze sharp and unreadable. For a moment, the air between us felt electric, charged with all the unspoken words we
"I'm going back home with Adrian," I said, crossing my arms as I faced my mom in the living room.She gave me a skeptical look, her hands pausing mid-stir in her cup of tea. "Why so soon? Have you thought about this carefully, Mia?""I have," I replied firmly, though my voice softened to reassure her. "I want to go back. It's the right thing to do."She set her cup down, leaning forward. "Are you sure? I mean, after everything… maybe a little more time would help you clear your head."I smiled, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes. "Mom, I’ve thought about it long enough. I know what I’m doing. Trust me, okay? I can handle myself."Her lips pursed, worry flickering in her eyes. "I do trust you, Mia. I just want you to be careful, that’s all." She sighed, placing a hand on mine. "Take care of yourself, sweetheart.""I will, Mom. Promise."With that, I headed upstairs to pack my things.---In my room, I folded the last of my clothes into the suitcase, my mind swirling with thoughts. Ad
The very next day, I found myself walking near Adrian’s family estate.I hadn’t planned on coming this way, but after hours of pacing around my parents' house, I needed an excuse to get out. My mom had been watching me like I might break at any second, and my dad kept dropping hints about "taking time to think things over."I didn’t need time. I needed clarity.The idea of bumping into Adrian was the last thing I wanted, but something pulled me here anyway. Maybe it was curiosity—or maybe I was just trying to prove to myself that I could be near his world without falling deeper into it.I slowed as I passed the estate’s iron gates. The path leading up to the house was lined with perfectly trimmed hedges, and even from the road, I could see the tall, white columns of the front porch.I was about to keep walking when the sound of footsteps caught my attention.“Mia?”I turned, heart sinking slightly as Adrian’s mother, Alexandra, stepped out from the side garden. She was dressed as impe
The bracelet sat on the table like it didn’t belong there.I hadn’t worn it since I arrived. I told myself it didn’t mean anything—that it was just another part of the arrangement. But the truth was, I couldn’t look at it without thinking of Adrian. Without feeling… conflicted.I slid the box to the far end of the table, but the weight in my chest didn’t budge.“I’m going for a walk,” I said, pushing back from the table abruptly.My mom glanced over from the sink, drying a plate with slow, careful movements. “Dinner’s almost ready.”“I won’t be long.”She hesitated, her eyes flicking to the bracelet box. “Mia…”I grabbed my coat before she could say more, slipping out the front door.I needed space.---The air was crisp as I walked through the neighborhood, the wind threading through my hair.I barely noticed it.My thoughts circled the same point, over and over again.Coming home was supposed to give me clarity. I thought putting distance between me and Adrian would make things easi
The footprints stopped halfway across the room.I stood frozen, the weight of the air pressing down on me as I stared at them.They weren’t large—barely noticeable, but they were there. Damp patches trailing from the balcony toward the corner near the dresser.For a long moment, I couldn’t move.The faint hum of rain outside faded beneath the thud of my heartbeat.I swallowed hard, eyes flicking toward the balcony door. The curtains swayed gently, pushed by the wind, but the lock was still latched.I had locked it. I was sure of it.Someone had been here.I stepped carefully around the prints, crossing the room toward the dresser. There was nothing unusual now—no sign of anyone lingering in the shadows. But the knot in my stomach tightened.The air felt colder.I glanced at the closet, hesitating.Don’t be ridiculous, Mia.Still, I crossed the room and gripped the handle, swinging the door open.Empty.I let out a shaky breath, forcing myself to relax.But I couldn’t shake the feeling
Later that evening, the café hummed with a quiet stillness that only came at closing time. The last customer had left almost an hour ago, and now it was just me, Mom, and Patricia. Rain drizzled softly against the windows, casting ripples across the glass. The dim glow from the streetlights outside painted golden patterns over the tables.I wiped down the counter for the third time, dragging out the moment. I wasn’t quite ready to leave yet, even though I knew I had to.Patricia sat at one of the booths, scrolling through her phone with that half-distracted smirk she always wore when she knew something I hadn’t said aloud yet. She’d been watching me all evening, stealing little glances every time I passed by.Mom moved around behind the register, counting the day’s earnings with a calm efficiency, but even she kept stealing glances in my direction.The weight in the room was subtle, but it was there. Like everyone knew something was off, but no one wanted to say it out loud.I finally
The kitchen smelled like cinnamon and vanilla, the familiar scent wrapping around me like a blanket.Mom had been baking—probably her famous apple pie, the one she always made when she sensed something was wrong but didn’t want to ask directly.She led me inside without another word, her hand resting gently on my back. I could hear the faint sound of the television in the living room, and the soft shuffle of my dad’s footsteps as he moved around.As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, he looked up from the table, a half-folded newspaper in his hand. His eyes brightened when he saw me, but they narrowed just as quickly, scanning my face."Mia," Dad said, setting the paper down. "What a surprise.""Hi, Dad," I managed, dropping my bag near the door.His brow furrowed. "Did Adrian drive you?"I shook my head. "He sent a car."There was a flicker of something in his eyes—concern, maybe suspicion—but he didn’t press.Mom gestured to the table. "Sit down. You must be tired."I hesitated for
"I'm leaving, Adrian."The words felt heavy as they left my mouth, like stones sinking to the bottom of a lake. I hadn’t planned to say them—not this morning, not with him standing so close, watching me like he already knew something was wrong. But once the words were out, I couldn’t take them back.Adrian’s gaze lifted from the papers on his desk, eyes narrowing slightly as if he hadn’t heard me right. "You’re what?"I folded my arms, holding onto the only thing keeping me upright—pride. "I’m going to see my family. I just need a few days away, that’s all."His pen stilled between his fingers. "Mia, if something happened—""Nothing happened," I interrupted, forcing a small smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. "I just… I haven’t seen them in a while. I thought it would be nice to check in."Lie.I could feel the weight of it pressing down on my chest. This wasn’t about missing my family. It wasn’t even about them.I was scared.The longer I stayed in this house, the more I felt the
The garden was the only place that felt quiet enough to think.By mid-morning, the sun warmed the stone pathways, but a cold breeze cut through the hedges, carrying the faint scent of roses and lavender. I followed the winding trail, footsteps soft against the gravel, letting the silence press around me.Alexandra’s words from the night before refused to let go.I can handle Adrian. It’s his wife I’m worried about.I’d replayed it over and over, trying to make sense of the edge in her voice, the guarded way she looked at me whenever Adrian wasn’t in the room.Elizabeth said Alexandra wasn’t an enemy.But the more time I spent here, the more I doubted that.I wasn’t imagining it.Adrian was hiding something. And Alexandra? She knew exactly what it was.I paused near the stone fountain, watching as water spilled over the marble edges.Somewhere behind me, footsteps approached.I knew who it was before I turned.“You’re brooding again.”Adrian’s voice cut softly through the air, but ther
“Mia, do you have anything to say for yourself?” Mr. Warden’s voice cut through the silence, cold and disdainful.I swallowed, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. “I… I didn’t take any money. I don’t know where this is coming from.”Ms. Hawthorne’s eyes narrowed, her gaze sharp and calculating. “Really? Because that's exactly what a thief would say"“What? No!” I shot a glance around the room, looking for anyone who might back me up. My eyes landed on Adrian at the head of the table. His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable.“Mr. Knight, you don’t believe this, do you?” I tried to keep my tone respectful. But the desperation slipped through.His gaze met mine, but there was no comfort in it, no reassurance. “This isn’t a good look, Mia.”The words hit me like a slap. I felt my heart sink, but I forced myself to keep my head up. “You know me. You know I wouldn’t… I didn’t do this.”Adrian’s silence was crushing. Lisa, who’d been a friend—or so I thought—leaned forward, an amuse...
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