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“Let me help you" I pleaded, my hands gripping her tightly. "Fine. If you're so bent on solving my problems, you can marry me then" the lady snapped in frustration, forcing the engagement ring on my fingers. "Let's go get our marriage certificate then" I urged with a knowing smile. ....... Behind the spotlight, Luisa's life is a complexity of lies and scandals. Haunted by the tragic drowning of her sister, which she blames herself for, she built walls around her heart. Her carefully constructed walls begin to crumble when a compromising video threatening to expose the death of her sister surfaces. As the past and present collide, Luisa has to confront her demons and face the lies that she's

Just picked up a pillow and blanket and tossed them onto the oversized chaise by the window. The next morning, Paris greeted them with sun and scandal. Cassian handed her a croissant and his phone. On the screen: photos of them at the gala, lips barely touching, hands too familiar. Headlines followed: Cassian Wolfe’s Mystery Fiancée Unmasked. Eden Blake: From Deliveries to Diamonds. Sleeping with the CEO? Or Just Playing the Part? Eden stared at the screen. “They’re calling me a gold digger.” “They call everyone that,” Cassian said flatly. “Ignore them.”

he murmured, his gaze sweeping over my face as if looking for signs of rebellion. I pressed the pen down, the dark ink bleeding into the pristine paper. The moment the loop of the 'd' was complete, a sudden, horrifying thought struck me: I was married to him. Not in love, not in truth, but legally bound to the one man who could ruin me simply by remembering my face. I slid the contract back to him. Julian didn't even look at it. He picked up his phone, his granite eyes already moving to the next task. "The transfer for the ten million dollars is initiated. My legal team will handle your family's creditors. You will move into the penthouse tonight."

“But the moment I saw you, you felt familiar. Like someone I could trust.” A small laugh escaped him. “Maybe we were meant for each other even in a past life.” I laughed softly at that, still resting against him as he held my hand, absentmindedly playing with my fingers. I didn’t pull away. Instead, I let myself enjoy the moment. “I really didn’t know my sugar daddy was this rich,” I teased lightly, glancing at him. “But… are you really okay with our contract?” I turned serious as I looked into his eyes. He was a billionaire, a powerful businessman. Someone like him agreeing to something like this… it didn’t make sense to me.

Lowering his voice, he whispered, "It's actually a fake, borrowed it from a friend." She nodded and pulled back, her face flushing. "Yeah, uh, it looks real," she said, pulling her hand from his arm and stepping away. He was happy his little lie had worked-otherwise, how would he explain wearing a brooch worth two million when he was trying to pass off as poor? But he was also confused as his bride withdrew from him, as if suddenly shy of their closeness.

We didn’t look like two drunk idiots playing pretend. I looked up at Eric and said, “We’re screwed. “Completely, and utterly fucked.” My heart was pounding and then, I read the caption below the video: “British Billionaire Heir Marries Mystery Woman in Miami.” That one sentence was bold enough to punch my soul straight out of my body. I blinked at first, then blinked again. British… what? Billionaire… Who? “What—?” I choked out, staring at the screen like it might suddenly correct itself.

Five years ago, she would have cowered in the corner of a room like this, terrified of not fitting in with her billionaire fiancé’s world. Tonight, she owned the room. "You're frowning, Zara. It’s going to cause premature wrinkles, and as your lawyer, I advise against that." Zara’s icy facade melted into a genuine, warm smile as she turned to the man standing beside her. Julian Pierce. He was the heir to the Pierce banking fortune, but more importantly, he was the man who had found her sobbing in a London hospital five years ago and helped her rebuild her life. Julian was striking, with warm hazel eyes, tousled sandy-blonde hair, and a smile that disarmed everyone he met.

"I told you I didn't." "It's just that the timing is so suspicious." She tilted her head, voice carrying further now, drawing more eyes from nearby clusters of guests. "Jilted at the altar one week, married to a billionaire the next. Pregnant within a month." Her eyes dropped briefly to my stomach. "Almost like you had a plan." "I didn't plan any of this." "Of course not." Her tone made it clear she believed the opposite entirely. "Forgive me if I find it hard to believe a stranger from nowhere just happened to land herself a fortune through pure accident."

he murmured, “the world will know your name.” She smiled. “One day.” Outside, the city continued unaware. Inside, a billionaire claimed not an empire— But a wife the world would never see coming.

It was completely empty except for a single bed, a nightstand and a dresser, with a small table and a chair by the window. The man had more than enough money, and was rumored to have billions, yet he brought me here? I wasn’t even surprised. Clutching my arms tightly, I pressed my lips together, before sitting on the bed, still wearing my white wedding dress. I stared at the floor and hugged my arms around myself, letting the reality of my situation slowly settle into a mold in my head. This was never the kind of life I wanted for myself.