Billionaire’s Pretend Wife To Be
“Don't confuse his good genes with his good heart, Elara. He is a stunning package with a rotten core. You are there for Leo. Say that name over and over again.”
“Leo,” I repeated, the name a grounding anchor. “Okay. I can do this.”
I ended the call just as Celeste pulled away, examining her handiwork with a look of critical satisfaction.
“Better. The cheekbones finally project authority,” Celeste murmured, moving toward the clothing rack.
Chloe presented a fitted, dark navy dress, simple, structured, and devastatingly elegant. I changed behind a makeshift screen, the silk fabric cool against my skin. It was heavier, more substantial than anything I had ever worn. It felt like money.
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