“I can’t believe you just said that!” I burst out, staring at Ethan like he’d sprouted twenty extra heads. “You want me to... to pretend to be your girlfriend? What, like, fake holding hands? Fake kissing? Fake everything?” He didn’t blink as his nonchalant gaze met mine, a hint of a smirk playing on those lips. “Yes, Riley. That’s usually how fake dating works.” All Harper Adams wanted was to get through one evening pretending to be her best friend on a blind date. But when her date turned out to be Ethan Reynolds—her infuriatingly handsome CEO—things quickly spiraled out of control. Now, she’s caught in a whirlwind of fake romance to help him dodge his family’s relentless matchmaking schemes. Between awkward office run-ins and public displays of “affection” at high-society galas, Harper is discovering that fake dating might be a lot harder than she thought—especially when her feelings for Ethan start to feel all too real. With secrets piling up and hilariously disastrous moments at every turn, Harper’s left wondering: can she survive this charade, or will her fake love life blow up in her face?
View MoreRiley’s POVOh.Oh.So this was Ethan Reynolds?I didn’t know what I was expecting, but definitely wasn’t this.Harper had described him as an arrogant, overbearing control freak. Some stiff, no-nonsense businessman who probably had a spreadsheet for how his wife should behave.But the man in front of me?Tall. Broad-shouldered. Warm brown eyes that held just a hint of curiosity. And his voice—low, smooth, careful.I swallowed.Wow.This… this wasn’t what I was prepared for.He was supposed to be some nightmare in a designer suit. Instead, he looked like he belonged on a magazine cover for Most Eligible Billionaire Bachelors.My pulse picked up slightly.Harper had met this man and rejected him?I mean, sure, I’d made a fuss about the engagement, but looking at him now, I had to wonder… was it really that bad of a deal?He exhaled lightly, adjusting his cuffs, “I thought it would be better to speak in private” he said smoothly. “Rather than keeping you out here.”I bit the inside of m
Ethan POVAnother declined call.I exhaled slowly, tapping a finger against my desk. Seven times.She wasn’t just ignoring me—she was avoiding me, and instead of irritation I was intrigued.Riley Bennett didn’t strike me as the type to run from anything. She had sat across from me at dinner, bold as ever, challenging every word that left my mouth. And now, suddenly, radio silence?That wasn’t how this worked.I leaned back in my chair, rolling my phone between my fingers. If she thought avoiding me would end things, she was mistaken.I wasn’t chasing her.But I would find out why she was running.David barely glanced up from his laptop. “Let me guess—still no answer?”I didn’t respond.David smirked. “Ah. Ghosted already. That has to be a record, even for you.”I ignored him. “Look into her.”David arched a brow. “You want me to investigate Riley Bennett?”I nodded.He sighed but started typing. “Alright, let’s see what we can find… Business contacts first, then personal.”A few minu
I strolled into the restaurant like I were it's boss.Chin up, steps slow, hips swaying—not too much, but just enough to be seen. That was the trick with the femme fatale act. You didn’t rush. You let the room adjust to you.And adjust they did.A few heads turned. The hostess did a quick double take. Curious glances brushed over me—some intrigued, some impressed, some undoubtedly judging.I didn’t care.Because tonight, I wasn’t Harper Adams.I was Riley Bennett, socialite and professional heartbreaker.At least, that was the illusion I needed to sell.Inside? I was spiraling.My heart felt like it was doing back-flips in my chest. My stomach was knotted so tight I thought i would pass out any second now. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around, fake an emergency, do anything but sit across from this man.But I had a mission: Make Ethan regret this arrangement.And the best way to do that? Be the exact opposite of what a Reynolds bride should be.The Look? Executed Flawlessly.✔
Harper’s POVI was a woman on a mission.A mission to get the hell out of this building before Ethan Reynolds even looked in my direction.Logically, there was zero reason for him to notice me. To him, I was just another nameless employee. A nobody. But my anxiety? Oh no, it was convinced that the second we crossed paths, he’d sniff out my deception like a bloodhound.I checked the time. 11:45 AM.Lunch hour. Perfect.Plan A: Blend into the rush of employees leaving the building. Simple. Foolproof. Non-suspicious.I slung my bag over my shoulder, put my head down, and walked with the river of humans leaving the building. My heart hammered as I bobbed and weaved through people, hyper alert to everything in motion.Don’t look back. Don’t even glance at the lobby.The revolving doors were in sight. I was so close.Then—“Mr. Reynolds, sir! Good afternoon!”My stomach dropped.No. No. NO.I risked a glance—big mistake.Across the lobby, Ethan Reynolds was stepping out of the elevator, loo
The next morning, I was at my desk, trying everything possible to focus on my work when my phone buzzed.Ethan Reynolds.I nearly choked on my coffee.No. Absolutely not. This can’t real.I stared hard at the screen as if I could change the words that were displayed on it before I answered“Marry me.”I froze.The words hit me like a ton of bricks. Wait a second, did he just ...?My fingers tightened around my phone, almost snapping it in half. “I’m sorry, WHAT?!”Silence. Then, with his usual maddening calm:“I said, marry me.”My chair screeched as I bolted upright. “M-Marry—” I choked, knocking my coffee dangerously close to my laptop.Connor, my coworker, peeked over the cubicle. “Harper, you good?”I let out a maniacal laugh. “Sure am! why do you ask?” I flashed him a shaky thumbs-up before whispering into the phone, “Hold that for a minute.”I scrambled out of my chair, my heart beating at an unusual rate as I sped-walked down the hallway. Maybe if I moved fast enough, I could es
Harper’s POVMondays were already a nightmare, but this was definitely a horror movie. After the spectacle' of the conference where the new CEO hadn’t even bothered to show up, the entire office was still buzzing with gossip.Actually, come to think of it, the only thing worse than an intimidating boss was a mysterious one. Except for the fact that almost everyone seemed to be getting off on having a CEO who stuck around as nothing more than an urban legend, and I was drowning under a pile of work my manager hadn’t even apologized about yet.“Harper, I need these reports reviewed and summarized by noon,” he had said before vanishing like a ghost.That was two hours ago. I was still only halfway through.I sighed, stretching my arms before standing up. I needed coffee. Badly. I picked up my coffee mug and headed down the hall to the break room, hoping that the caffeine would help with both of the above.The break room was mercifully empty when I arrived. I poured myself a cup of coffee
Monday morning at GlowMira Corporation was buzzing with more chaos than usual. The air was so tense you could almost feel it as everyone ran around trying to get their work done in time for the new CEO’s big reveal. It was mandatory—a company-wide conference. Everybody, and I mean everybody, had to report to the main hall and see the guy who had already managed to upend the office without even showing his face.I was running on two hours of sleep and sheer spite. The conversations around me were a blend of guesses and nerves.“Do you think he’s going to be like his grandfather?” Marco mused aloud, balancing a precarious tower of paperwork on his desk.“Let’s hope not,” Sasha muttered. “Howard Reynolds is terrifying. I’d rather not work under a younger, scarier version of him.”“Maybe he’ll be a laid-back rich kid,” Marco suggested.Sasha rolled her eyes. “In what world do laid-back rich kids take over companies like GlowMira? Get real.”I didn’t chime in, too focused on suppressing th
Riley’s apartment was its usual mix of chaos and charm. Sleek, designer furniture was scattered with the evidence of her daily life: unopened packages stacked by the wall, a lone stiletto abandoned under the coffee table, and a throw draped across the couch like an afterthought. I walked in, uninvited as always, dropped my bag on her floor and face planted onto her fancy pillows.“Kill me now,” I groaned into the throw pillow.Riley’s voice floated from the kitchen. “Kill you? Never. You’re my primary source of entertainment.”I lifted my head just enough to glare at her. “Great. Glad my misery serves a purpose.”She appeared with a steaming mug of tea in one hand, the picture of unbothered luxury, and perched on the armrest near my head. “Rough day?”“Try rough life.” I rolled over, lying on my back. “You have no idea what I’ve been through today.”She smirked and sipped her tea. “I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”“Oh! I’m telling you,” I said sitting up and throwing my arms
The GlowMira Corporation was buzzing with anticipation. The new CEO was set to start this week, and everyone seemed to be in a frenzy getting the office in tip-top shape. While I was trying to focus on the endless pile of tasks at my desk, everyone else was scrambling around, perfecting every tiny detail. Jean and Marco balanced on chairs, struggling to hang a massive “Welcome, GlowMira’s Newest CEO!” banner across the lobby entrance.“Stop complaining and just get it done!” Connor hollered as he passed by, giving Sasha an exasperated look while she grumbled, pushing a mop across the polished floor.“But why are we here on a Saturday?” Sasha pouted, scowling as she scrubbed harder. Rumors were already circulating that the new CEO was a bit of a neat freak, insisting everything be meticulously organized.Jean shuffled past, barely able to keep his eyes open. “Just here for the overtime…”But then my phone buzzed on my desk and I had to stop myself from doing a little happy dance as I g
The bar was loud, alive with the chatters, but Riley’s voice cut through the noise. “What if I told you I might have a way to solve all your problems?”..I blinked at her, stirring the melting ice in my glass. “Solve them how? cause unless you’ve got a time machine or a winning lottery ticket, I’m not buying it.”Her lips curved into a sly smile, the same one she made when she was about to do something crazy. “I need you to go on a blind date for me.”I stared at her, in disbelieve. “A blind date? Riley, have you finally lost your mind? I’ve had enough disasters in my life this week without adding ‘impersonating a rich heiress’ to the list, not to mention, your dad would kill you if he found out”Riley waved it off. “Please. Dad doesn’t care about me, he cares about the idea of me. He wants Riley Bennett, the perfect daughter, mingling with the perfect pedigree. Not Riley Bennett, the ‘rebellious heiress.’” She air-quoted with dramatic flair. “But I can’t keep doing this. I have a lif...
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