Dumped and humiliated, Zoey hires a “gigolo” for revenge only to discover he’s Christian Kensington, a ruthless billionaire CEO. One public appearance spirals into a fake relationship, a family inheritance trap, and a viral scandal. As lies deepen and sparks ignite, Zoey must decide: protect her heart or risk everything for love again.
I paced back and forth in the anteroom of Rosemont Hotel’s ballroom, one of the most luxurious places in the city, trying to convince myself this was a good idea. Hiring a gigolo to pretend to be my fiancé? God forgive me, but I had no choice. My ex-fiancé was about to get married. And…
“From what’s going to be our best friend tonight,” he said, pouring two glasses to the brim. “I think you need this to start with.” “Smart, picking a name that’s already a well-known brand. But do you actually know anything about wine?” “I know that wine is like people,” he replied with a mischievous smile,…
“I don’t want to stay here anymore,” I whispered. “I’ve got a suite reserved here at the hotel. If you want to keep making your investment worthwhile… we can leave this boring party and actually have some fun.” “I’d like that,” I said, without hesitation. A ridiculous penthouse on top of Rosemont Hotel, with a…
His words hit me like a slap. For a second, I considered climbing out of the pool, grabbing my things, and leaving. But to where? Back to that bedroom in my parents’ house? To hear my mother’s pitying sighs every time I came out of the shower with red eyes? “I’m not trying to prove…
Something in his tone felt too real to be an act. Like, just for a moment, he forgot I was just another client. He moved slowly at first, his eyes locked on mine, studying every reaction. I felt everything. The warm water around us seemed icy compared to the heat between us. My fingers dug…
A ‘you were amazing, baby, sleep well’ would’ve been nice, right? I got up, muttering under my breath, and wrapped the sheet around me before heading to the suite’s living room. And that’s when I saw it- A breakfast spread fit for royalty. I froze, blinking. Golden croissants. Exotic fruit. Coffee served in porcelain so…
He shrugged, picking up another dress and holding it in front of me, like he was imagining me wearing it-or worse, taking it off. “I’m trying to decide here…” he said loudly, clearly for my boss’s benefit, then lowered his voice to a whisper laced with wickedness. “Whether you look prettier when you’re mad… or…
“Your problem is that you think small, sweetheart.” I huffed. “My problem is that I think logically. Not that I care,” I lied. “My commission will make up for the financial black hole that hiring you left in my account.” He just kept staring at me, wearing that infuriating air of mystery. And then, out…
He looked like he wanted to say more, but just nodded instead, his eyes following me as I practically bolted out of the café, exhaling in relief the second I hit the street. The relief didn’t last. The moment I stepped into my room at home, I was brutally yanked by the arm by a…
What else had he found out about me? I paced back and forth in my room, feeling what little sanity I had left drain away along with my remaining dignity. Christian’s message blinked on my phone screen like a flashing disaster warning: “Our conversation isn’t over, sweetheart.” “Okay, it’s fine,” I muttered to myself, rubbing…