The next few days blurred into a series of increasingly uncomfortable encounters, but Valeria had learned one thing quickly: Alejandro was a master at keeping his emotions locked away, and if he expected her to play a role, she needed to learn to do the same.
She arrived at work early, the quiet hum of the office filling the air as she set down her bag. Alejandro’s office door was closed as usual. The thick, glass window told her nothing about what was happening inside. She had yet to fully understand the man behind the polished façade of the Ice King. Even when they’d been alone, there had always been something distant, something cold about him.
Was it all an act? Was he actually human underneath?
She shook the thoughts away. It didn’t matter. She had a job to do, a role to play, and she would play it well. After all, this fake fiancée charade wasn’t for nothing. Alejandro’s career was on the line—he needed her just as much as she needed the paycheck.
That was what she had to keep reminding herself.
Still, the weight of her actions hung in the air. The contract was clear: pretend to be in love. Live like a couple. And not just in front of a few people. In front of everyone. All the time.
Her phone buzzed, breaking her thoughts.
Alejandro:
Meet me in the conference room in 10 minutes.
Valeria’s stomach did a somersault. The last time he’d called for a meeting like this, it had been to finalize their engagement plan. She didn’t know if she was ready for whatever he’d throw at her next.
The conference room was quiet when she arrived, but Alejandro was already there, sitting at the head of the long, polished table. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were focused—intent, almost like he was watching for something.
He didn’t look up as she entered. He didn’t have to. She could feel his eyes on her even before he acknowledged her presence.
“Close the door,” he said, his voice calm and steady.
Valeria did as instructed, then took the seat across from him. She crossed her arms, waiting for him to speak, but there was something different in the air this time. No demands. No pretensions. Just... silence.
Alejandro broke it first. “I need you to attend the press conference on Monday.”
Valeria nodded slowly. “Of course. What’s the... angle this time?”
Alejandro’s gaze locked onto hers, a slight shift in his features that almost seemed like hesitation. For a moment, Valeria swore she saw a flicker of something softer, something human in his eyes. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, but it made her uneasy nonetheless.
“There’s an image to uphold,” he continued, his tone businesslike again. “It’s not just about looking like a couple. We need the press to believe it. You need to play the part. Well.”
Valeria’s heart sank. She had always known the role would involve acting, but the pressure was starting to feel suffocating. She wasn’t an actress. She didn’t know how to pretend to be in love with a man who barely acknowledged her existence outside of the occasional instruction.
But then she remembered why she was doing this. Why she had to.
She swallowed the knot in her throat. “Got it. Play the part. But... Alejandro?”
He didn’t look up from his phone as he checked a message, his attention half on her, half on his screen. “Hmm?”
“Do we have to... pretend like we’re... in love? I mean, we’re in front of the press all the time. Do we have to—” She trailed off, realizing how foolish the question sounded.
Alejandro glanced at her, his gaze sharp. He raised an eyebrow, and for a brief moment, the intensity of his gaze made her feel small. “Do you think this is a game?”
Valeria froze.
“No,” she said quickly, “I don’t.”
“I expect more than just a pretty face at these events, Valeria. I expect dedication. I expect you to make it real. You’ve seen how they look at us. They know we’re not... ordinary. But they also need to believe in our story. The press, the investors, the clients. They need to see a couple that’s powerful, that’s committed to each other. That means your role doesn’t end after the cameras are off.”
Valeria’s chest tightened, and she felt her palms begin to sweat. He wasn’t just telling her to play the part. He was telling her to live it.
“Understood,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear rising in her.
Alejandro gave a small, approving nod, as if satisfied with her response. “Good.”
There was another long silence, one that stretched between them like a rope pulling taut. The weight of the moment settled heavily on Valeria’s shoulders. This was no longer just about the press or the investors. This was about her life. About living a lie.
How much of herself would she have to sacrifice to keep this going?
As if reading her thoughts, Alejandro added, “You’re getting paid. Triple your salary, remember?”
That stung. She had almost forgotten about the money, the thing that made all of this tolerable. It wasn’t enough to erase the bitterness in her chest, but it was a reminder that this wasn’t entirely a lost cause.
She glanced at him, trying to keep her emotions in check. “And what about... you?”
His expression didn’t change. “I’m doing this for the company. For the investors. It’s a temporary arrangement.”
Valeria nodded slowly. “Right. Temporary.”
“Exactly.” Alejandro’s voice softened, just slightly, as he stood up. “We’ll go over the details tomorrow. I expect full commitment, Valeria. This doesn’t end at the press conference. I need you to keep up the act at all times.”
He turned to leave, but then paused, as if remembering something important. He looked back at her, his eyes softer than before, but still unreadable.
“Don’t let the press think you’re weak. You’re stronger than you realize. I’ve seen it.”
Valeria’s heart skipped a beat. He’s noticed?
But before she could respond, Alejandro was already walking out the door.
She sat there, stunned, trying to process what he’d just said. For a moment, it felt like he had let a little of his guard down. Like maybe—just maybe—there was more to him than the cold, detached CEO. But she couldn’t let herself get distracted by that. This wasn’t about her feelings or his. It was about the deal they had made.
And she had to see it through.
The gentle hum of the ocean drifted in through the balcony doors of the honeymoon suite, casting a peaceful lull over the room. The lights were dimmed, the scent of white lilies filled the air, and the bed was adorned with scattered rose petals — a romantic cliché that somehow felt just right.Valeria stood near the window in a silk robe, her heart still fluttering with the echoes of the day's whirlwind. Her fingers brushed the edge of the windowpane as she looked out at the dark horizon. The ceremony had been perfect — dreamy, surreal, and full of so much emotion that she hadn’t stopped smiling since she said “I do.”But now, reality had settled into the stillness. They were married. For real. Not for a contract. Not for image. But for love.Alejandro was in the adjoining room, changing out of his tuxedo, and each second ticked louder in her ears.Was he nervous, too?Would tonight be different now that everything between them was real?She heard the soft knock before he stepped into
The morning sun filtered through sheer ivory curtains, casting a soft glow over the hotel suite. Valeria sat in front of the mirror, her heart racing as her makeup artist dabbed foundation onto her already pale face. The scent of peonies and jasmine—her chosen bouquet—filled the air, but it did little to soothe the tremor in her chest.This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Yet, after what happened the night before, everything felt like a lie waiting to explode.She hadn’t slept. Not after Alejandro’s ex, Camila, had shown up at the bachelorette party uninvited, with a smug smile and a folder of photos she threatened to leak.“He’s not who you think he is,” Camila had whispered in Valeria’s ear, just before being escorted out by security. “You’ll regret saying yes.”Valeria had laughed it off at the time, pretending to be unfazed. But all night, her mind spiraled—what if there was truth in Camila’s warning? What if everything she’d started to believe about Alejandro—the
It was supposed to be a fun, carefree night—a night to celebrate the end of the single life, to laugh, dance, and let loose. But nothing with Alejandro Herrera was ever as simple as it seemed.Valeria stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, eyes flicking to the stunning dress she’d chosen for the bachelorette party. It was daring—deep red, with a plunging neckline and just the right amount of sparkle. She had to admit, it was the kind of dress that made her feel powerful, the kind that made her forget about the mess that had come with the fake engagement, the messy emotions, and all the hidden truths that neither of them had dared to confront.She glanced at the clock. Alejandro was waiting downstairs. There was no turning back.The plan was simple: a night out with her closest friends, with some champagne, dancing, and maybe a little fun that didn’t involve wedding plans. But something inside her told her tonight wasn’t going to go as planned.When she arrived at the venue—a
The countdown had begun.With less than two weeks to the wedding, the Herrera estate buzzed like a beehive. Staff rushed up and down the corridors. Event planners barked instructions. Garment bags flowed in like river currents—white silk, champagne tulle, ivory lace.But amidst the chaos, Valeria stood in the center of it all—dazed, overwhelmed, and holding a piece of pistachio cake between her fingers like it was a life raft."I can't believe this is happening," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the classical quartet rehearsing on the balcony. "I'm marrying Alejandro Herrera. And not as a decoy."Mirabel leaned over the tasting table, popping a chocolate truffle into her mouth. "Babe, you’re marrying the country’s most eligible bachelor. It’s giving Cinderella, but with espresso and legal contracts."Valeria blinked. "Do you hear yourself?""I do. And you should too. You’re glowing.”“I’m sweating.”“From love.”Valeria rolled her eyes, but the warmth spreading through her
The waves crashed against the rocks as the sun began its descent behind the Monterrey skyline, casting golden hues across the private balcony where Valeria stood. The breeze tugged at the soft fabric of her cream dress, and for once, she wasn’t thinking about tomorrow. She was lost in the silence… and Alejandro.Behind her, the glass door opened with a soft click.He didn’t speak immediately. Just stood there, watching her, hands tucked into his pockets like he was afraid if he moved too quickly, the moment might vanish.“Why does it feel like the air is holding its breath?” she asked, not turning.Alejandro’s voice was low. “Because it is.”She turned then. He was in a navy blazer, no tie, his shirt undone at the top. There was something different in his posture—unguarded. And something about his eyes… they weren’t the sharp daggers she was used to. They were oceans, stormy and unsure.“I ruined everything,” he said quietly.Her lips parted, but she didn’t interrupt. She let the confe
Paris – Late AfternoonThe silence in the car was heavy, not uncomfortable but potent—like a string pulled taut between two people who’d hurt each other more deeply than they’d ever intended.Valeria looked out the window, the city blurring past. Paris had never seemed so soft, so forgiving. Or maybe it was her heart, bruised and raw, starting to beat again.Alejandro’s fingers flexed on the steering wheel. He hadn’t taken his eyes off the road, but his voice was low, calm, deliberate.“Why didn’t you tell me about the legal mix-up?” he asked.Valeria’s breath caught.“I wanted to,” she admitted. “But every time I tried, you made it clear I was just a pawn in a business deal. A beautiful, replaceable prop.”Alejandro winced. The words stung because they were true—at least, back then.“I was scared,” she continued. “Scared that if I said something… it would all collapse. That I would lose even the illusion of being wanted by you.”He finally looked at her, just for a second, but it felt