I fake-marry my enemy, my dad’s best friend, and somehow end up in his bed.
I spent seven years hating Alex Kane for humiliating me and calling me not good enough when I confessed my love to him.
Now, I’m twenty-six, broke, blacklisted by my own father, and desperate enough to say yes when Alex offers me a proposal.
A fake marriage.
Our revenge against my father.
Living together turns into shared mornings and late-night talks.
He brings me coffee before I ask. He defends me when no one else does. He touches me like I am something fragile.
I tell myself it is pretend, even when he’s the first person I want to run to.
I fall for him slowly, painfully, completely.
When I finally ask Alex if any of this is real, he doesn’t answer.
So, I leave before he can ruin me again.
Two weeks later, two pink lines appear.
I’m carrying his baby, and he has no idea.

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