The CEO’s Temporary Bride
“Oh come on, at least he’s rich, right? Tall, sharp jawline, terrifying yet handsome? Remember your blind date wish list?”
I narrowed my eyes. “You're joking.”
“I’m not! He checks every box you gave me: wealthy, brilliant, stupidly good-looking—and now you’re fake-dating him!”
"Fake-marrying," I corrected darkly. "There’s a difference. One includes death by corporate scandal."
"Harper, you could fall for him. It could be destiny"
I could clearly see the sparkle in her eyes.
“Riley. If you say the word destiny, I will take this mop and shove it up your—”
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