Fake Relationship Stories

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.

When my father’s will says I lose the family publishing empire unless I marry in six months, the only man who can save me is Nathaniel Fairchild—the ruthless agent who’s spent years tearing my dad’s legacy apart and once called me a spoiled princess playing editor. I offer him controlling interest in our crown-jewel imprint if he’ll pretend to be my devoted husband for a year. What starts as a cold contract—shared penthouse, fake kisses for the cameras, lies for the board—turns dangerous the moment his hand lingers on my waist and his piercing gaze sees every secret I’ve hidden. Now I’m falling for the last man I should, and the closer we get, the more I realize neither of us is who we pretended to be.

Catherine Collingwood is about to lose her late mother's bookshop unless she proves she's "settled down" in her estranged grandmother's twisted will. The only man who can help? Malcolm Beaumont—the guarded architect from the rival family that once tried to buy the building, the same man she's quietly resented for years. One fake engagement, three months of shared apartment living and family dinners, and they both get what they want... until the lines between resentment and raw attraction start to blur in ways neither of them can fake.