How Does My Fake Fiancé End?

Getting drunk and asking the cute guy at the bar to pose as your fake boyfriend at your sister’s wedding? What could possibly go wrong… Not like he is a famous HOTTER THAN ALL HECK actor who is going to ask you to marry him so that he can get more time in the spotlight now that he is no longer relevant. Surely that won’t happen…

On my birthday, I accidentally found out that the boyfriend I had secretly loved for three years and happily dated for one was actually hired by my father. It was a one-year contract with an eight-figure payout, and his mission was to make me realize the hardships of dating for love so that I’d accept an arranged marriage. Standing at the corner of the corridor, I overheard my boyfriend on the phone with my father. “Don’t worry, Mr. Hill. Everything is going exactly according to plan. I’ll crush her hopes. I guarantee that before the contract expires, she will be entirely done with me. After that, she’ll willingly marry whoever you’ve arranged for her.” I quietly followed him back to his private room, only to hear his friends teasing him. “Man, that heiress is so incredibly gullible. You put on a little show, and she bought it. She’s so naive.” “You didn’t actually fall for her, did you? How much longer do you have to keep this up anyway? Ruby has been waiting for you for a long time!” He let out a low grunt in agreement. “She’s just a client, and a client whose contract is about to expire, at that. Besides, her dad just paid way too much to pass up.” The group paused for a second and then burst into a collective roar of laughter. Standing outside, I smiled too. I had heard of renting a girlfriend before, but this was my very first time encountering a professional boyfriend. Since everyone here was such a brilliant actor, it would be a shame not to play this game to the bitter end. After all, wouldn’t it be a waste of Mr. Hill's massive investment otherwise?

Her ex-boyfriend’s older brother is the king of silicon Avenue. And he needs a fake fiancée…Hannah’s ex is a womanizing cheater, and she has just the plan to get over him. “Upgrade.” To the mysterious man she meets at the club who agrees to a one-night stand. But following the hottest night of her life, it’s the same smoldering green eyes she stares into across an interview table. Damien Bass”The dirty-talking, Possessive Tech-Mogul says he needs a personal Assistant. But the position comes with one small caveat, “To be His Fake Fiancée!!!”

When Angelina is discarded by her husband after three months of marriage, she never expects to become a billionaire's fake fiancée. As desire ignites between her and the emotionless Damien, her ex-husband George returns, determined to reclaim what he threw away. But can a heart twice-broken ever truly heal?

My fiancé spent three years fighting in underground boxing matches to scrape together enough money for me to study abroad. He didn't know that I'd been secretly working as a photography assistant the entire time. Every month, I sent my entire paycheck back home, hoping to ease his burden, even just a little. "Mr. Everett flew all the way to France to take bridal portraits with his wife. The main gown alone costs twenty-five million dollars!" "What a dream husband!" I waited outside the fitting room, listening to my colleagues gush over the day's VIP client. "Nathan, thank you for protecting me. For sending the Ashfords' real daughter away." "Good girl. From now on, you're the Ashfords' true daughter." That familiar voice stopped me cold. I couldn't move. The next second, a notification popped up on my phone from the contact pinned at the very top: "Got the money you sent, babe! More than I make in a whole week of fights!" "Once you're back, we'll have saved enough to get married!" I stared at the contact name, "Hubby Nathan," and nearly laughed at the irony. "Don't bother. I'm getting married right here in France!"

​One fake fiancé. Two dangerous secrets. Zero room for error. ​Zoey Aguilar has lost it all: her wedding, her status, and her pride. To survive her ex’s high-profile gala with her head held high, she needs a miracle. Or at least, a very convincing fake fiancé. ​But the man who shows up isn't the escort she hired. ​Enter Christian Bellucci. Reclusive, powerful, and cold, he’s a billionaire who doesn't play games unless he’s winning them. He needs Zoey just as much as she needs him, and he’s willing to lie to the world to get what he wants. ​As their "relationship" becomes a public obsession, the lines between acting and reality begin to blur. Caught between a past that won’t let go and a man whose calm control hides a storm of devotion, Zoey realizes she’s trapped in a web of family pressure and deadly jealousy. ​In this game of revenge and ownership, Zoey must decide: is she reclaiming her life, or is she becoming his most prized possession? ​Walking away once cost Zoey her reputation. This time, it might cost her life.