Savannah’s sister is marrying the man who broke her heart. To survive the wedding, she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. But as pretend kisses start to feel real, Savannah must choose—keep the act going, or risk everything for the man who’s been by her side all along.
“I’m getting married!” The words hung in the air like a sudden thunderclap. I blinked, my mind racing to catch up. “Huh? You were dating?” “Of course I was, dummy! You know I love being in love,” Chloe replied with a laughter that sparkled with excitement. Her radiance was unmistakable, and that was the first…
Chloe’s face contorted as if her wine had suddenly turned bitter. “That’s huge! And who’s the brave guy?” “Roman Blackwood. You know, my best friend. He works in finance.” I lied, my heart pounding as I said it without a hint of hesitation. Chloe’s brows shot up in surprise. “Roman? The one who always texts…
I batted my lashes, trying to lighten the mood. “You could still have models. Just… add me to the mix.” He shot me a look that was both incredulous and amused. “Savannah.” “Roman.” “You couldn’t have said… like, Jake from accounting?” “Everyone knows you. You’re the only one they know.” “That’s fair,” he conceded, a…
“Alright, Hart… Let’s practice,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “I must warn you, I’m sort of a pro at this.” My breath caught in my throat as I leaned in, closer, our eyes locked in an unspoken challenge. Roman’s lips parted slightly- Then I abruptly pressed my index finger and thumb against…
Wow. Underneath the dress lay a note, written in smooth, elegant strokes of ink that exuded a sense of opulence. “Figured if we’re going to sell this, you need to look like heartbreak in heels. You don’t have to sell your car…” My hands trembled as I read the note over and over, each word…
“Sav, I think that dress is a little too low-cut. It looks like you’re… seeking attention? You’re going to look like you’re trying to upstage me, Savannah. Not that that’s even possible, but I just had to be honest. That color’s too… dramatic. I didn’t know it’d be this prominent when I imagined it. But…
“Fine. Go ahead and play your heartbreak anthems.” “Damn right I will,” I replied, my fingers dancing over the screen as I queued up a dramatic song about betrayal and lost love. We fell into silence for a moment, the music wrapping around us like a comforting blanket. Then, I broke the quiet, my voice…
Aunt Janice, ever the dramatic one, whispered, “Lord have mercy.” My mother blinked in surprise, her eyes wide. “He’s… taller than I expected.” Chloe stood frozen, her jaw slack as the color drained from her face. It was as if she had seen a ghost. Roman remained by my side as I exchanged hugs and…
“Chloe, I got you a little pre-wedding present,” I said, my excitement bubbling over. “Initially, I was confused about what to get you since you basically have everything.” I grinned wickedly, savoring the moment. “Then I thought of something perfect.” Roman chuckled, clearly entertained by my enthusiasm. Chloe’s brows knitted together in confusion. “What’s that?”…
“Roman, this is my dad, Julius Hart. Dad, this is Roman, my fiancé.” Roman extended his hand confidently. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, sir.” Dad regarded Roman with a proud, almost satisfied nod, as if he had just passed some unspoken test before shaking his hand firmly. “I was worried when Chloe mentioned…