Fake Relationship Novel

Layla, "Three groomsmen asked for my number tonight. Pathetic."

Aidan,"Amateur. I got the bride’s cousin to write hers on my arm."

A WEDDING. A BET. 72 HOURS TO MAKE—OR BREAK—EACH OTHER.

Rules? Don’t fall.

Prize? Your pride.

I was raised like an heiress.

Turns out—I was the fake.

They kicked me out with nothing.

So I sold fake handbags to survive.

Then he found me.

My ex-sister’s billionaire fiancé.

He said, ‘Be my fake fiancée. I’ll teach you how to actually be rich—so we can destroy them together.’

Now I wear diamonds they can’t afford…

and smile while he burns their empire down for me.

I woke up in a mansion.

He said he was my husband.

I had no memory—

but the ring mark on my finger said he was telling the truth.

Photos. A marriage certificate.

Five years of life I don’t remember.

He says he’s trying to make me fall in love again.

But why was I filing for divorce before the crash?

And if it was all fake…

why does his touch still feel like home?

She married him for money.
He married her for revenge.
But somewhere between the fake kisses and forged contracts—
it started to feel real.
Now the billionaire wants her heart.
Too bad she read the fine print…
and he wrote it in blood.