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Made to be our perfect little family home, especially now we have the family on the way. Who would have thought it. The crazy, fiery little she-wolf that came crashing into my life while I was busy trying to avoid every sense of my reality whilst in college would be the one to bring me crashing down to earth with a bang and bring me everything I needed to complete my life? Who needed a fated mate? Sometimes destiny brings you what you need in other ways. And, the fake mate I had for a short time became my everything, and I wouldn’t change her for the world… with her by my side, anything seemed possible.

She ran a hand through her hair, giving it an intentionally tousled look. Sophia felt a pang of urgency. She couldn’t let one of them use their fake charm to worm their way into Robert’s space. Sophia didn’t think. Her feet moved before her brain could catch up, her champagne glass left forgotten on the table as she strode toward Robert. The voices of the influencers still rang in her ears, their words laced with venom and condescension, each syllable clawing at her pride. She could feel their eyes on her back, waiting, maybe even hoping, for her to falter or retreat.

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A silence beat. And then James exploded into laughter. "You're crazy." Lucas didn't flinch. "Perhaps.” "Lucas, no. He won't believe it.” My body tensed. "How?" James winced. "I already regret this." Lucas's eyes were on me. "We fake a breakup." I stopped. He squeezed, his voice grating. "You go back to him. Make him trust you. Find out what he's doing."

The seat was cracked vinyl, slightly sticky under my hands. “Coffee?” the waitress asked, already reaching for a pot. “Uhm, yeah. Please.” “Someone joining you?” “Yes.” She nodded and poured without another question before she left, and I proceeded to wrap my hands around the mug. It was warm and grounding. “Okay,” I whispered to myself. “It’s gonna be fine.” I pulled out my book, opening it somewhere in the middle, without even checking the page number. Despite my attempt to focus on the words, they kept blurring.

The Rothfield residence. Lights glowed from tall windows. Silhouettes moved inside. Waiting. Daniel stepped out and walked around to my side of the car. “Ready?” he asked. “No.” “Good.” “That wasn’t comforting.” He offered his arm. I hesitated. Then took it. “Remember,” he said quietly as we walked toward the door, “they only need to believe it.” “And how do we do that?” “We act natural.” “We don’t know what natural looks like.” “We improvise.”

A couple of giggles fill the air as the women happily mumble, “Okay. We will be quiet.” I bite my bottom lip and gather my courage. Before I can chicken out, I blurt out, “I’ve found my mate. We claimed each other, and the spell is broken. I’ve been unconscious for several days, but I’m awake now.” As soon as the last few words are out of my mouth, I breathe a sigh of relief. A weight seems to have been lifted off my shoulders, and I can finally breathe. The phone falls silent while I nervously look at my two friends. Even though I was practically begging for silence just moments ago, now it is the last thing I want.

For a few seconds, I simply stared at it, wondering if I could pretend I hadn't seen the call. With a shaky breath, I answered. "Hello?" "Are you there?" The voice was distorted, making it impossible to tell whether I was speaking to a man or a woman. “Yes.” “You brought the money?” I looked down at the bag hanging from my hand. Every dollar inside it represented hours of pretending, lying, and humiliating myself. I had worked until my body begged for rest. I had even accepted that ridiculous arrangement with Zack because the money was good enough to solve some of my problems.

I whisper. "Of course not. I have so much time on my hand that I had a fake first edition manufactured and smuggled in here." A teary laugh escapes me. "I don't know. That seems like something you would do just to fuck with me." Adrenaline pumps through my vein like nicotine, racing my heartbeat. The book seems real enough. Hardcover. Gilt page fore-edges. The pages are clean and bright, at least from what I can see. This book, if real, is worth more than a hundred thousand dollars.

ISABELLA The sliding glass doors of the building sighed as they parted for me, releasing me into the blinding light of the morning. I blinked hard, as if the sun itself had something personal against me. It probably did. Wouldn’t be the first thing this city conspired to throw at me. I made my way toward the street, one step at a time. My shoulders were squared, and my chin high. Fake it till you make it, right? Only in this case, I wasn’t sure what I was faking anymore. Confidence? Indifference? Humanity?