Alpha-Ex Wedding Ruse

Planning your ex’s wedding?
Yeah, sounds fake—until the groom turns out to be your baby’s father.

Roman Blackthorne marked me, broke me, and vanished.
No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence.
Now he’s back. The golden Alpha-to-be.
And I’m stuck planning his damn engagement party.

I keep it cool. Smile. Nod. Pretend I don’t flinch when he says my name.
But then he corners me.
Looks at me like he wants to wreck my lipstick and my life in the same breath.
And the worst part?
He’s already paid off my dad’s debt.
Bought back the house I lost.
And yeah— a damn DNA test.

Now he wants a rewrite.
But this time, I’m holding the pen—