AMVO
My ex-boyfriend, Julian Croft, cheated on me with my manipulative step-sister, Chloe Blanchard. Together, they stole my life’s savings and kicked me out of the tech startup I built from scratch. When they maliciously invited me to their engagement party to flaunt their stolen success, I refused to look broken. I spent my last thousand dollars to hire a premium agency escort to pose as my billionaire fiancé.
The plan was simple: walk in, turn heads, make Julian burn with jealousy, and walk out.
At the luxury venue, my eyes landed on a broad-shouldered man in a flawless custom tuxedo. He radiated an untouchable, devastating dominance. Panicking as my ex approached, I lunged forward, grabbed his cold hand, and let out a nervous stream of unfiltered word vomit: “Please, just play along. I’ll double your hourly rate. Just save me.”
He didn’t pull away. Instead, his heavy hand slid down to the small of my back, pulling me flush against his chest. With sharp, genius wit, he played the role perfectly, effortlessly reducing Julian to a stuttering mess.
Panicked by the depth of what I felt, I slipped away before dawn. By morning, the media exploded. Front-page headlines read: Reclusive Tech Mogul Alexander Sterling Spotted with Secret Fiancée!
Then the escort agency called, asking why I had stood up the date I paid for.
My blood ran cold. The dangerous stranger I grabbed wasn't an escort. He was Alexander Sterling himself—the city’s most elusive, powerful multi-billionaire. Before I could process the terror, his luxury SUV blockaded my apartment. Alec stepped out, pinning me against the door with an amused glint in his eyes.
"My hourly rate is far too expensive, sweetheart. So, will you marry me for real?"
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