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 slipped beneath the luxurious sheets, switching off the lamp by the bed. Darkness swallowed the room, broken only by the occasional flash of distant lightning. I tried to sleep. I really did. But every sound Christian made on the sofa, every shift or movement, kept me wide awake. And when the storm began in…
“Christmas, birthdays… when they remembered.” Bitterness coated his words. “I basically grew up in this house with my grandfather.” Without meaning to, I squeezed his hand. “That must have been hard.” “It’s all I knew,” he said simply. “Sometimes I think it was better that way. My grandfather may be harsh, but at least he…
$25 Bonus sat at the table, reading something on his tablet while sipping coffee. He looked up as I approached. “Sleep well?” he asked, setting the tablet aside. “Reasonably.” I poured myself some coffee and sat. “You?” “Enough.” An awkward silence settled between us. So much had been said the night before, so much left…
“Alex.” My voice was flat, clipped. A silence hung, sharp and uncomfortable, until Christian squeezed my hand-steady, grounding. “If you’ll excuse us, we have guests to greet,” he said, his tone smooth but absolute. “I’m sure we’ll see you later.” “Of course,” Elise replied, her professional mask intact, though I caught the subtle stiffness in…
He looked straight into my eyes, his expression serious. “Because we won’t let her.” He paused, then added, “My grandfather just arrived. He wants to meet you.” My heart, which had only just begun to settle, took off again. “Now?” Christian nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “Now.” Christian’s grandfather was exactly as I had…
The ease with which he spoke those words took me off guard. For someone who was supposed to be playing a role, he sounded alarmingly sincere. “And what about you, Miss Bennett?” Joseph turned his gaze on me. “What do you admire most about my grandson?” The question caught me completely off guard. What did…
Her Valentian accent gave her words a melodic tone that clashed with the sharp edge hidden beneath them. Beside me, Christian was like a statue-rigid, almost unrecognizable compared to the man who had kissed me only minutes earlier. “And how did you two meet?” Francesca asked, her dark eyes scanning every inch of my face.…
Something flickered across Christian’s face-understanding, maybe? Or something deeper? “You didn’t lose everything, Zoey,” he said, his voice steady. “You gained the chance to find someone who truly values you.” I looked at him-really looked at him. In the soft glow of the garden lights, Christian seemed different-less the calculating CEO, more the man who…
I jerked my leg back abruptly, nearly knocking over my glass. Christian glanced at me, a silent question in hist eyes, but quickly looked away, turning back to his conversation with a Chinese investor. The night seemed to drag on endlessly until, finally, the guests began saying their goodbyes. Christian remained the perfect host until…
“You don’t sound very excited about it.” He let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s Elite PR’s idea. Apparently, we need young people with millions of followers posting pictures of wine glasses to ‘revitalize our image.”” The disdain in his tone made me smile. “You don’t agree?” “Don’t get me wrong.” Christian stood and walked to…