Emily Monroe is a hardworking waitress with big dreams but no time to chase them. When she accidentally spills wine on billionaire Liam Westbrook during an exclusive event, she expects to be fired and blacklisted. Instead, Liam proposed a FAKE marriage to Emily, Liam is intrigued by this woman who isn’t awed by his power and wealth . Drawn into a whirlwind romance, Emily must navigate her insecurities while Liam battles his family’s disapproval and rivalry challenges. Can their unexpected love survive the clash of worlds and hidden secrets?
Lihat lebih banyakLiam’s foot pressed harder on the gas, the engine growling beneath him. His knuckles turned white against the steering wheel, but he barely noticed. His mind was spinning. Damien was back—again. Not just a ghost from the past, lurking in the shadows. No, this time, he was stepping into the light, making his move. And that could only mean trouble. His phone buzzed on the passenger seat. He glanced at it, already knowing who it was. Noah: "Liam, we have a problem. A big one." Liam tightened his jaw and pressed the Bluetooth button. "What’s happening?" Noah’s voice was tense. "Someone hacked into the company’s financial system. Millions went missing overnight. And that’s not all—our deal with the Kingston Group? It’s falling apart. They’re backing out because of some leaked reports about our company’s instability." Liam exhaled sharply. "Damien." "Yeah," Noah confirmed. "But here’s the thing—I don’t think he’s doing this alone." Liam’s grip tightened. "What do you mean?" "Someon
Liam hesitated, his gaze locked onto hers, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity before he finally exhaled and murmured, "Let’s go." He wanted to tell Emily everything the reason that man had come for him, the weight of the past he’d been running from. But old habits died hard. Silence had been his shield for years, and trusting someone, especially someone like Emily, felt risky.Emily watched him, her eyes calm but persistent. She wasn’t going to let it go.“Aren’t you going to tell me what’s really going on?” she asked, her tone serious. “If you keep this up, it won’t end well. I know this whole thing between us is temporary, but I’m already involved, and I don't want to be kept in the dark.Liam let out a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, let's go," he said, his voice low. "We'll talk about it when we get back." With that, he took her hand and led her to the car.As they got into the car, Emily co
The morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the penthouse in soft gold. The rich scent of coffee curled through the air, warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the unease still sitting heavy in Emily’s chest. For a brief second, she let herself sink into the quiet, pretending things were normal.But the moment passed just as quickly. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe the calm would last.Peace was always temporary in Liam’s world.She stretched lazily before slipping out of bed, the cool air brushing against her skin as she reached for a silk robe. Walking barefoot across the polished floor, she followed the scent of coffee into the kitchen.Liam stood by the counter, his back to her, broad shoulders Firm under his fitted black T-shirt. His fingers curled around a steaming mug, and though he appeared calm, there was an unmistakable tension in the way he held himself—like a man bracing for war."Morning," Emily murmured, her voice thick with sleep.Liam g
The morning after the press event dawned crisp and clear, yet there was a strange weight in the air. Emily woke up earlier than usual, restless from the whirlwind events of the past few days. She had thought things would settle down after the conference, but Liam’s sudden shift in demeanor the previous night gnawed at her thoughts.Standing by the kitchen counter with a steaming mug of coffee, she mulled over everything. Liam’s cryptic response to that mysterious text had left her suspicious. There was a darker, more dangerous side to him—one she wasn’t sure she was prepared to face.Her musings were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Liam strode into the room, dressed casually for a change in a fitted black T-shirt and jeans, though his expression remained as unreadable as ever.“Good morning,” he greeted, his tone neutral.“Morning,” she replied cautiously, watching him closely. “Sleep well?”“Barely,” he admitted, pouring himself a cup of coffee.The tension between them crackl
The Soft morning light slipped through the sheer curtains of Liam’s penthouse, bathing the elegant living room in a warm glow. Emily shifted on the plush couch, blinking away sleep. For a moment, she felt lost—until the memories of last night came rushing back.The faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, drawing her toward the kitchen. Still dressed in her oversized T-shirt and shorts, she padded across the marble floor, following the scent like a magnet.To her surprise, Liam stood by the coffee machine, already impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. His usual stoic demeanor softened as he glanced at her.“Morning,” he greeted, holding up a steaming mug. “Coffee?”Emily arched a brow. “Didn’t peg you as the type to play barista.”He smirked. “Don’t get used to it. Consider this a one-time deal.”Accepting the mug, she took a grateful sip, savoring the rich, bold flavor. “Not bad,” she admitted. “You might have a future in coffee if this whole billionaire thing d
Emily wasn’t sure what was more suffocating—the endless paparazzi camped outside her apartment or the growing tension between her and Liam. Their hastily formed partnership was already being put to the test, and it was only the second day after the media frenzy began.She peered through the blinds, groaning at the sight of cameras flashing as reporters shouted questions toward the building entrance. "Emily! How does it feel to be engaged to New York's most eligible bachelor?"Their relentless presence made it impossible for her to step out without becoming a headline."I need coffee," Emily muttered to herself, pacing the living room.As if summoned by her frustration, her phone buzzed. Liam's name glared on the screen.“Great,” she sighed, reluctantly answering. "What now?"“Pack a bag,” Liam's commanding voice came through. “I’m sending a car to pick you up in twenty minutes.”Emily blinked. “Excuse me? A bag? Where are we going?”“To my penthouse,” he said matter-of-factly. “It’s m
The gala was winding down, but the atmosphere remained electric. Laughter and clinking champagne glasses echoed throughout the grand ballroom. Emily stood by Liam's side, a practiced smile plastered on her face, but exhaustion tugged at her every muscle. The constant parade of introductions and polite conversations was draining.“You’ve done well tonight,” Liam said softly, his voice low enough for only her to hear.Emily arched an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize this was a test.”“It always is,” he replied cryptically, his gaze sweeping across the room.Emily followed his line of sight and spotted Isabelle Harper lingering near the exit, her sharp eyes still locked on them like a predator watching its prey. The tension in Liam’s shoulders was unmistakable.“What’s the deal with her?” Emily asked, keeping her tone casual.Liam’s jaw tightened. “It’s complicated.”“Seems to be your favorite word,” she muttered under her breath.Before Liam could respond, an older man with silver hair and an
Emily stood in front of her closet, heart pounding as she looked through her simple clothes. None seemed right for tonight—the night she had to act like a billionaire’s future wife. Her fingers brushed over a plain black dress, the best option she had for something formal.Liam’s text from the previous night replayed in her mind:Be ready at 7 p.m. We’re making our first public appearance.The weight of those words had kept her up all night. Public appearance? Did that mean photographers, journalists, and possibly even tabloid gossip? Her chest tightened at the thought.A knock at the door pulled her from her spiraling thoughts. She opened it to find a delivery man holding an elegant black garment bag.“Delivery for Emily Monroe,” he said with a polite smile.She blinked in surprise. “That’s me.”He handed it over with a nod. “Enjoy your evening, Miss Monroe.”Emily closed the door, curiosity piqued. She unzipped the bag to reveal a breathtaking emerald-green gown made of silk that sh
As dawn painted the city in shades of gold and lavender, Emily felt the heavy burden of her decision pressing on her chest. Sleep had been impossible, her mind racing uncontrollably with endless scenarios, consequences, and possibilities.She sat by her window, a steaming mug of coffee untouched on the windowsill. The contract folder remained unopened beside her, taunting her with its promise of escape and its undeniable complications.The ringing of her phone cut through the silence, startling her. She glanced at the screen and saw Becca’s name flashing.“You better not have said yes to that lunatic,”Becca’s voice blared through the speaker as soon as Emily answered.Emily sighed, leaning her head against the cool glass of the window. “I haven’t decided yet.”“You shouldn’t even be deciding,” Becca said firmly. “It’s insane, Emily. Billionaires don’t just hand out money for nothing. There’s always a catch.”Emily rubbed her temple, feeling a headache brewing. “I know it sounds crazy,
The faint clinking of wine glasses mingled with the soft hum of jazz music, floating through the grand dining hall of Sapphire Luxe, Manhattan’s most exclusive restaurant. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above the well-dressed elite as servers in crisp uniforms glided between tables, balancing silver trays with precision.In the midst of this polished chaos stood Emily Monroe, her chestnut-brown hair pulled back into a messy bun that betrayed her rushed morning. Dressed in the plain black attire of a waitress, she moved swiftly between the tables, her heart racing against the oppressive weight of expectations.“Table five needs a refill,” her manager hissed under his breath as he passed her. “And smile, for God’s sake. This isn't a diner.”Emily bit back a retort, forcing a polite smile onto her face as she hurried toward the table in question. A lifetime of serving entitled customers had taught her one thing—grit your teeth and endure.Balancing a tray with a bottle of vintage red wine,...
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