Forced Into a Fake Marriage? But Uncle, Your Best Friend Made It Real
On the eve of the SATs, Sasha Lane’s diary got leaked.
Every private thought she had ever hidden about her uncle, Gabriel Quinn, was dragged into the open. Humiliated. Picked apart in public.
She was forced to give up the exam. Sent overseas like an exile.
After that, she was branded shameless, trashy, and completely out of line. Those accusations followed her everywhere.
Years passed.
No matter how hard she worked, she could never shake the weight of that judgment.
Even after getting into a top global university. Even after becoming a rising star in pharmaceutical research.
In the end, they still pushed her toward a stable civil service job, like none of her accomplishments meant a thing.
Then came the scandal.
A rumor about an illegitimate child exploded overnight.
For the sake of his reputation and future, Gabriel forced her into a marriage with the most powerful heir in the city, Sebastian York.
Gabriel told her, “Sebastian isn’t interested in you. He only agreed to a fake marriage to deal with his family. Once things calm down, you’ll divorce.”
That was the moment her heart finally went cold.
She didn’t owe him anything anymore.
At City Hall, Sebastian York, a man infamous for his ruthless reputation, handed Sasha his medical report.
“Everything checks out. No problem consummating the marriage.”
Sasha looked him over, then shrugged. “Fine. You’re this good-looking. I’m not exactly losing out.”
Sasha thought Sebastian wasn’t interested in her.
She was wrong.
After they got married, all it took was one extra look, and something in him snapped.
He treated her like his wife in public. In private, he was anything but restrained. Every touch was slow, deliberate, and dangerously tempting.
He knew exactly how to get under her skin. Knew exactly how to pull her in.
Before she realized what was happening, she was already in too deep.
Later, Sasha posted her pregnancy update on social media.
Gabriel dropped his speech mid-event and walked out without a word. He drove through a storm just to find her.
Soaked to the bone, he blurted out, his voice shaking.
“Sasha… divorce him. Come home with me.”
Back when she loved him, he didn’t care.
Now that he finally wanted her, she had nothing left to give.
On the other side of a closed door, Sebastian had her pinned against him, his hand locked around her waist as he kissed her until she could barely breathe.
His palm slid over her stomach, his voice low and rough, coaxing.
“Be good. Let him hear you.”
She was the woman he had fought to claim.
And anyone who thought they could take her away? Dream on!