Fake Fiancée of My Worst Enemy
I never thought the man I’ve spent three years trying to destroy would be the one I’m fake-engaged to. One viral photo of us arguing turned into “couple goals,” and now my entire career, my family’s nine-figure inheritance, and Raphael Endicott’s hostile takeover all depend on us pretending we’re madly in love for six months. Shared penthouses. Candlelit galas. His hand on the small of my back like it belongs there. The more we sell the lie, the harder it gets to remember why we hate each other… until one of us slips and the hunger we’ve been hiding threatens to burn everything down.
Chapters
The boardroom smelled like expensive coffee and the faint metallic edge of fear. Camille Whitmore sat at the head of the long mahogany table, hazel eyes locked on the sweating executive across from he...
Read more →The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. Camille stepped into the penthouse first, her overnight bag tight in one hand. Glass walls framed Central Park like a living painting, the city lights j...
Read more →The penthouse felt like a cage made of diamonds even twelve hours after dawn had broken over their latest standoff. Camille stood in front of the fulllength mirror in the open living area that doubled...
Read more →The penthouse kitchen sat quiet under the undercabinet lights, the marble island dusted with flour like fresh snow. Camille stood there in her navy silk pajamas, the shorts barely reaching midthigh, a...
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