Fakely Inlove With The Billionaire
Arnold sat at the head of the table, weak but steady, his eyes sharp despite the tremble in his hands.
Halfway through dinner, Matt stood, tapping his glass with a fork.
“I have an announcement,” he said, his voice carrying easily across the room. “Before this family goes any further with tomorrow’s wedding, I think everyone deserves to know the truth.”
Jessica’s stomach tightened. Christian’s hand found hers under the table, steady and warm.
“This marriage,” Matt continued, pulling out his phone, “isn’t what it seems. I have proof that Christian and Jessica signed a contract the very same night they met. Two million dollars for one year of pretending. This entire wedding is a lie.”