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.
“No,” I replied firmly. “And I intend to keep it that way.” A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face. “You’re in love. Again.” “And you’re a liar, as usual,” I shot back, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. She shrugged, seemingly unfazed. “We all are.” I shot her a glare and turned to walk away,…
He stood at the edge of the deck, his fists clenched tightly, jaw set in a way that suggested he was on the verge of snapping. His dark eyes were ablaze with fury, locked onto mine as if I were a lit fuse ready to ignite. “Roman?” I blinked, taken aback by the intensity radiating…
He snatched it from my grasp, tossing it aside with a flick of his wrist. I turned, chuckling, and grabbed the nearest object-a bright inflatable flamingo floatie-and began to whack him with it, laughter spilling from my lips. “Down, boy,” I teased, landing a light hit on his chest. His face remained serious, the humor…
“No,” I whispered, a chill creeping down my spine. “Call an ambulance!” Alyssa shrieked, her voice raw with panic. Lizzie, her hands shaking, was already on the phone, desperately trying to relay the situation, her voice trembling but determined. Chloe’s hands turned to jelly, and her phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the ground…
I longed to reach out to Alyssa, to wrap her in my arms and offer her the comfort she desperately needed. But every time I attempted to rise, my gaze would lock with Roman’s, and I found myself sinking back into the chair. Since our arrival, he hadn’t uttered a word to me, his jaw…
“As if that makes a difference,” Roman shot back, his voice rising. “Roman,” I interjected sharply, trying to regain control of the situation. Dean took a threatening step closer to Roman, but Lizzie intervened, positioning herself between them. “Enough! This isn’t the time or place for your macho posturing. A little girl almost died.” In…
His lips parted, ready to say something, but before he could speak, Lizzie appeared at the end of the corridor. “They’re asking for Emily’s emergency contacts. Alyssa just stepped out. Savannah, they might need you.” Roman’s gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before he finally looked away, the moment between us dissipating like…
“And who is the mother to you? Roman, is there something I need to know?” she probed, her tone shifting slightly. “Penny, she’s a friend,” I stated firmly, though the word felt inadequate. “09:30 Tue, Nov 25” She exhaled slowly. “Okay. I can file the paperwork today, but Roman… I’m not exactly the favored side…
Potter. My mother’s maiden name. The pieces fell into place with chilling clarity, sharp as glass. The eyes. The jawline. The smirk. That wasn’t Gerald Potter. That was Ryan Blackwood. My brother. **Roman** As I drew closer, he turned to face me, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk that suggested he had been anticipating…
Ryan laughed, a dark, dismissive sound that sent a chill down my spine. “Take? Roman, I created her. You think being wealthy and throwing money at lawyers makes you the better man?” “No,” I replied, my voice low and lethal. “But it’ll make you back the hell off.” For a fleeting moment, neither of us…