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Dangerously lit up. “Pretend to be me.” I shot up from my seat. “What?! Are you insane?!” “Please, Lyka! I have no other plan!” I sighed, defeated. “Kyla, you're my cousin, and I’ll always help you—but pretending to be you and marrying some stranger? No. I’ve never even had a boyfriend!” “But I don’t wanna marry him!” she sobbed. I sighed again. “Fine. I’ll talk to your mom tomorrow. I’ll explain.”

I can hardly see it through the happy tears. It’s big—stupid huge, actually—and I hold my hand out to look at it before I glance back up at him. “You didn’t answer me,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around me. I smile against his lips as he starts to kiss me softly. “Say it out loud,” he begs quietly. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” I laugh. “You are the best fake husband I could ever have hoped for.” THE END

And once she did… I’d set her loose. I could already see it , the heartbreak in her eyes, the righteous fury in her trembling hands. The court would sympathize. The people would listen. And if it came to it… the council might very well turn on Tristan if they believed the real bride had returned. And poor Valarie… what a pity. The perfect imposter exposed. I swirled my wine, watching the liquid stain the glass like blood. This was a game of patience now. A game of elegant, vicious moves. And no one played it better than me.

Christopher cut in angrily. “A warning, yes,” Don Grander accepted easily. “I am sure this would be all over the news by now, after all the efforts and resources I have put into tonight,” Christopher complained. “I am certain that it would blow over,” Don Grander said, although he did not sound confident in his own words. “Whether or not it would, your reckless daughter already made me lost a big deal. I am only here to inform you that because of that, the money allocated to this family as a result of this fake marriage will not be paid this month,” Christopher said and stormed off before they could respond.

He asked coming in while I come out of the closet "I'm in deep shit" I said "Chill tell me what it is" "It's grandma she's planning a wedding" "A what?" He asked "A wedding you heard me right" "But how and who is the bride?" "Don't be stupid of course it's Scar" "But I thought it's all fake" "Yes it is but grandma doesn't know that she insisted on me getting married saying she's dying. You know her to be dramatic" "That's an easy thing we will just arrange for fake priest"

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal

He vaguely knew about her fight with her family thanks to her marriage to that jerk. "If this were a real wedding, would you invite them?" He asked. She did not give a definite answer this time. "It's a fake one and that's that." She called him to the study where she gave him a stack of paper that she had long prepared. "Here is the contract. Read through it and sign it at your own pace." He skimmed through it and frowned at the stack of zeroes on the first page. She was willing to give ten million to whichever bloke she would marry. It made him want to smash something.

"Think, Sofia. Pride is a luxury only the rich can afford. And right now, you are the poorest person I know. Your ideals won't pay the creditors who will be here tomorrow to take even the chairs you sit on." "This is blackmail," she whispered, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "No. It's a business transaction," he corrected, his voice dropping to a dangerously intimate tone. "I offer the full settlement of your financial liabilities, a reserve fund for the atelier, and the guarantee that your father will have a dignified retirement. In return, you sign the marriage contract, move into my penthouse, and play the role of Mrs. Moretti for the media and my board. No sex, no emotional i

"You're disgusting! Get out of my way!" He hadn't expected me to curse him out, and his face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, took Jordan's hand, and headed straight out. Livio froze, staring as we walked away. Then he exploded. "Diane Ward, this is pathetic! You really think faking a marriage will force my hand?" "Fake marriage?" I snorted. "Whatever you say." His lips pressed into a thin line. "This has gone far enough! It was just a dumb bet. Do you have to make a fool of yourself like this?"

Another MadeMan chuckled and said, "Most importantly, Pia is a real beauty, and she's skilled and absolutely devoted to you, Don. She's the best candidate to use as a decoy!" "Your idea was such a brilliant one, Don! All you had to do was flirt with her a little, and Pia immediately fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. She's the only one who doesn't know that the massive engagement party you threw for her was nothing but a smokescreen. "Really, did she think that she was even fit to be Donna or Madre, coming from a family background like hers? That's just wishful thinking on her part!"