Jaxon Carter has everything a man could want—talent, fame, and a multimillion-dollar contract with the Titans almost within his grasp. The only problem? His reckless lifestyle stands between him and the contract. But his agency has told him that he can salvage the contract by cleaning up his image. Sienna Blake has two things in life she held dear —her ballet career and her house she grew up creating memories in. But when the bank forecloses her house and her ballet career barely covers her bills, she turns to her agency, only to be coldly rejected. When their paths cross at the agency, Jax sees an opportunity. She needs money. He needs stability. The solution? A fake relationship. He offers to clear her debts in exchange for playing the perfect doting girlfriend—just long enough it's beneficial to them. But what starts as a transaction soon spirals into something neither of them expected. Public appearances turn into stolen moments and close proximate intimacy blurs into something more. They find themselves trapped in a dangerous game—one where the greatest risk isn’t losing a contract or a house… but losing their hearts. And just when Sienna is ready to confess the biggest secret of all, Jax's past comes haunting them. Hurt and betrayed, she walks away without a second glance, choosing to protect her heart and her unborn child. Will Jax fight for what they had? Will he risk everything—including his career—to fight for the only thing that ever truly mattered?
ดูเพิ่มเติมSienna's pov The sharp, relentless ringing of my phone rips me out of sleep like a sledgehammer to the skull. I groan, burying my face deeper into my pillow, willing whoever it is to just go away.The ringing stops.Bless.I sigh, shifting under the covers, trying to slip back into unconsciousness—The phone starts blaring again.I swear under my breath, fumbling blindly for it on my nightstand. The screen is too bright, the letters swimming in my still-sleepy vision. I don’t even check the caller ID before answering, voice groggy and irritated.“What?”A gruff chuckle filters through the line, and my stomach sinks.“Well, good morning to you too, princess.”Shit.I sit up instantly, pressing my fingers against my temple as my father’s slurred voice fills my ear. “So,” he drawls, dragging the word out, “I have to find out from my friends—from the newspapers, the internet—that my only daughter is out here bagging a quarterback?”I close my eyes, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Here we
Sienna Blake's povThe luminous street lights blur into a kaleidoscope of gold and crimson, their reflections dancing across asphalt like fractured stars in a liquid sky.Not missing the beautiful setting sun far in the horizon with its dazzling rays gleaming distinctively. The sharp headlights of other vehicles stab through my vision, leaving jagged streaks in their wake.My breaths rush out into shallow, deep gasps, the anxiousness simmering into my spine, sinking deeper with every damn second. The icy grip on my nerves makes the harsh blinding lights morph into an indistinct blur. My hands tremble slightly, but I force them still as I clutch my purse tighter against my thigh. “Nervous,”Jax implored, his gaze resting on my face."Would you blame me for being on edge?”I quipped before rushing out a chuckle that felt more forced than being real. “You don't have to be, I will be by your side throughout the event,” he assured me, his hand resting on where my dress's slit bared most
Jax's pov This is the most ludicrous thing I've ever done in my entire 27 years of life. I am standing in the middle of Émile Laurent’s private showroom, staring at the array of limited-edition gowns like they are a defensive line ready to crush me. The designer himself—a flamboyant man with a sharp eye for style and an even sharper tongue—is slumped lazily over a velvet couch, sipping what looks like a green smoothie but, knowing Laurent, is probably some overpriced detox elixir designed to make mere mortals feel inadequate. “I always thought choosing women’s clothes was easy,” I mutter under my breath, running a hand through my hair. “I’d rather ditch this for a suited-up practice during summer in the open field.” Across from me, Émile Laurent—fashion’s golden boy and the designer responsible for tonight’s exclusive collection—grins like a devil in silk. He’s already draped in one of his own creations, a sleek black tux with gold embroidery that somehow doesn’t look ridiculous
Jax Pov I watch her carefully, waiting for a reaction but I get close to none. But I can not miss how her green pupils dilated with excitement.She then stares at me, brows drawn together, lips slightly parted—like she is waiting for me to say I am joking. That this is some kind of twisted prank. But I don’t say anything, because I’m not kidding. I meant every damn word.She exhales sharply, shaking her head. “No I cannot. You can get any girl you want. Why me?”It’s not the first time I have heard that. Hell, my entire life, women have either thrown themselves at me or assumed I was their parasocial partner. I lean forward, walking and sitting two steps below where she is sitting curled up before resting my elbows on my knees, fingers laced together as I study her. “Because I don’t want just any girl.”She tilts her head slightly, watching me with cautious eyes.I roll my shoulders. “ I dont want just a date. Most of them would expect something after. I need someone who knows it’s
Siena's povMy legs are moving on autopilot. The hallways blur, while the agency’s chatter morphs into a distant hum like I am hearing it through the water.I push through the exit door and stumble outside to the back of the building, my breath coming short and shallow. My chest feels tight—too tight, too much, My heart is palpitating too fast as if its on a mission to break free from its cage. I sink down onto the cool concrete steps, gripping my knees.“Sienna, Breathe,” I will myself. But I can’t.My lungs refuse to expand, and my vision is tunneling. My hands shake as I press them to my chest, desperate to stop the crushing weight pressing down on me. Everything is slipping away. The house. My mom’s memory. My stability. My entire life!A sharp gasp rips from my throat and I clutch at my ribs, trying to rip away the force burning in my chest, stealing away my goddamn breath. It feels like I am drowning.“Hey, hey—breathe.”A deep, steady voice cuts through the fog, and sudde
Sienna Blake povI blink twice, staring at the ceiling rather than the paper in my hand. Am I seeing things? Is my brain playing games on me? My doubts fade into obscurity as I stare at the horror in front of me.I try to process its content whilst I feign the unease that is budding in my stomach.FINAL NOTICE: FORECLOSURE IN 5 DAYS.The bold, brutal words seal my fate. In five days, the only home I’ve ever known will be gone.This isn’t just any house—it’s my childhood home, the last piece of stability I have left, where I made memories with my late mom until she knocked it. My father’s debts have finally caught up to me. Years of unpaid loans, all taken to feed his addiction after “the love of his life was too lazy to breathe.” His words, not mine. My mother died in her sleep when I was sixteen, and ever since, he’s been drowning himself in cheap whiskey and bad decisions.I take a shaky breath and clutch the bank notice tighter. My modest salary as a ballet dancer barely cov
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