He’s my billionaire boss. My annoying nemesis. And now, thanks to one reckless lie, my fake fiancé. To secure the biggest deal of his career, powerful CEO Alexander Stone needs to prove he’s a stable family man—not the ruthless playboy the press portrays. I, Chloe Jones, need his money to save my family’s failing bookstore. Our solution? A signed agreement. Three months pretending to be madly in love. Easy, right? Wrong. Now I’m moving into his penthouse, wearing a dazzling ring, and fighting a burning attraction every time we’re forced to play the happy couple for the cameras. The stolen kisses for show start to feel terrifyingly real. The man behind the cold, corporate empire is passionate, protective, and… everything I never knew I wanted. But this is a business deal. A transaction. I signed a contract that stipulates no messy feelings. So why does the thought of walking away in three months feel like shattering my own heart?