Fake Dating my Stepbrother
“I don't need your cheap change anymore. The man I’m moving in with has more wealth in his pinky finger than you could earn in three lifetimes. I’m getting married, Joan. Which means you are finally moving out of this dump and into his estate with me.”
My heart stopped. “Married? To whom?”
Rita straightened her crisp collar, a venomous smirk spreading across her face. “Don’t question me. You should be grateful I found a solution. On Monday, you’ll be introducing yourself to your new stepbrothers.”
As Rita packed the last of her things, I stood frozen in the hallway, my fingers gripping the lapels of the stranger's suit jacket. I breathed in the fading scent of woodsmoke and rain, wondering h