FAKE MARRIAGE. BILLIONAIRE BOSS. CLOSE PROXIMITY. ONE IMPOSSIBLE DEAL.
We agreed to one thing: No falling in love.
Too bad my heart didn’t get the memo.

The first time I met Arpad Beauchamp, I spilled my chai latte all over his ridiculously expensive suit.
The second time? I accidentally ended up on his private yacht.

And the third? Now we’re fake married.

It started as a simple deal.
He needs a wife to impress his family.
I need someone to help me start the next chapter of my life.
A temporary arrangement. Nothing more.

Until a storm hits.
Until the lines blur.
Until his hands, his mouth, his everything makes me forget this is all pretend.

This was never supposed to feel real.
So why does walking away feel impossible?