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.
“What are you talking about? Dean never had a vasectomy. He never mentioned that to me.” I couldn’t help but let out a laugh, sharp and humorless. “Of course he didn’t. He didn’t want to risk passing on his condition to a child, did he?” Her face drained of color, the reality of my words…
Why does he always call her that? And why does she look at him like that when he does? Do they… know each other? No, that can’t be. Can it? Their eyes locked, a silent conversation crackling between them, and it felt intrusive to witness. Then, as if breaking a spell, Chloe tore her gaze…
“Are you Micah or Seline’s friend?” he asked, tilting his chin toward the shop. For a moment, my tongue felt heavy and unresponsive. He must’ve caught me in my moment of voyeurism. “Uh… yes. I’m a friend of the couple,” I managed to croak out, my fib sounding weak even to my own ears. But…
How was it that Chloe could betray her fiancé, yet still be treated with such gentleness, like she was made of fragile glass? The man didn’t even seem angry with her. Not really angry, anyway. Instead, he was here, lamenting about how difficult it was for him to share his diagnosis with her. What the…
“I already called you an Uber,” I said quickly, stepping in front of him. “It’ll be here in a few minutes.” He frowned. “Uber? Why? I thought you drove here.” Yes, I did. But hell would freeze over before he smeared his dirt all over my perfect customized leather seats. “You arrived in an Uber…
Roman closed the laptop with slow deliberation, placing his glasses atop it. Then he turned to me, his gaze piercing as he studied me where I sat frozen on the bed. His stare pinned me in place, as if I were an insect trapped under glass. “For starters,” he said, his voice soft yet heavy…
“And I…” My lips part, but the words refuse to come. I shut my eyes tightly, forcing it out. “I had an affair with him.” The weight of that revelation hangs heavily in the air between us. I can’t bear to look at him. My gaze drops to the rug beneath my feet, focusing on…
“Dad… had it removed.” The words felt like shards of glass lodged in my throat. Voicing them was akin to detonating a bomb in the middle of a quiet room, and the ensuing silence enveloped us like a heavy shroud. Roman’s voice softened, taking on a gentler tone. “With your consent?” I shook my head…
“Look at me,” I murmured softly. “Don’t hide. Not from me.” Her lashes lifted, and when her eyes locked onto mine, it felt as if the world itself held its breath. I moved slowly, rocking into her with long, unhurried thrusts-not for release, but for connection. I wanted to show her that she wasn’t broken,…
Dean. No. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. But Lizzie’s expression was unwavering, solid and resolute. I found myself gasping for breath, the air thick and suffocating. Thoughts swirled chaotically in my mind, the ringing in my ears growing louder as vertigo threatened to consume me. I can’t believe he’d still marry her after everything she did.…