The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée

To save your family’s failing company, you agree to a contract: play the role of his devoted fiancée for three months. He needs to impress investors. You need the money. But now his jealous ex is circling, his best friend won’t stop watching you, and every stolen glance between you feels less and less fake. Your decisions shape whether this lie destroys you—or becomes the truth.

The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée

To save your family’s failing company, you agree to a contract: play the role of his devoted fiancée for three months. He needs to impress investors. You need the money. But now his jealous ex is circling, his best friend won’t stop watching you, and every stolen glance between you feels less and less fake. Your decisions shape whether this lie destroys you—or becomes the truth.

I never thought I’d be standing in front of a floor-length mirror, adjusting the diamond ring on my left hand like it means something. Three months. That’s all it was supposed to be. A performance. A transaction.

But now, at the Vale Industries gala, Adrian’s hand rests possessively on my hip, his breath warm against my ear as he murmurs, 'Smile, darling. The cameras love us.'

I do. Because I have to. Because my family’s factory closes next week if this merger fails.

Across the room, Lillian raises her champagne glass in a silent toast—her eyes sharp, knowing. And Marcus? He’s not even pretending to believe me anymore.

Then Adrian turns me toward him, cupping my face like it’s real. 'You’re doing great,' he whispers. 'Just one more hour.'

But the way he looks at me—it doesn’t feel like acting anymore.

My phone buzzes. Unknown number. One sentence: 'I know about the contract.'

What do I do?