He’s younger.
Richer. Hot AF.
And about to learn how to beg.
When Xander Stone proposed a fake marriage to save my failing business, I wanted to refuse.
I should have.
He’s younger.
Filthy rich.
Entitled.
Trouble in every conceivable way, but desperation won, and I took his deal.
It’s supposed to be simple. A business transaction. A marriage on paper only.
The problem is the raw attraction. The burning heat. The all-consuming pull that makes nothing about him feel fake.
Xander Stone is good. Too good. He makes me feel seen. Like I matter.
He teaches me to respect myself—but his love language is control disguised as devotion.
And the real danger isn’t falling for my fake husband. It’s realizing that from the very beginning,
Xander never intended to keep our deal.
He intended to keep me.
Even if I’m the one who tries to walk away.