Eden has a lot to deal with: her job, taking care of her sick brother, and not having any savings. Then, a very rich man offers her a lot of money to pretend to be engaged to him. She agrees, even though the man, Damon, is very cold and distant. But as they spend time together, they start to like each other. And then, Eden finds out she's going to have a baby. When Damon learns about the baby, their fake engagement falls apart. Secrets come out, including a big betrayal by Damon's stepmother. Can Eden prove she's telling the truth, handle all the drama of high society, and maybe even find real love with the man who paid her to pretend?
"Five sugars, whipped cream, extra hot," Eden rattled off her usual order, the steam from the coffee shop door fogging her glasses. Balancing her overflowing purse and a stack of medical bills, she scanned the crowded cafe.
"Rough morning?" a deep voice rumbled beside her.
Startled, Eden nearly tripped over her own feet. A man, impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, stood a hair's breadth away. His eyes, the color of stormy gray, held a hint of amusement.
"Just another day juggling a sick brother, a demanding boss, and the ever-mounting bills," she sighed, shoving the medical papers deeper into her purse.
"Sounds like you could use a break," the man said, his voice a low murmur.
Eden eyed him suspiciously. Tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating an aura of power, he looked like he'd never had to worry about a single bill in his life. "Unless you're offering to pay for my entire medical debt, I wouldn't call this a break."
A flicker of surprise crossed the man's face, quickly replaced by a ghost of a smile. "Actually, I might have a proposition that could solve a few of your problems."
Intrigued despite herself, Eden raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess, you need someone to walk your dog?"
"Something a bit more... unique," he replied, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "How would you like to be a millionaire?"
Eden choked on her lukewarm coffee, sputtering disbelief. "Excuse me?"
The man, still a stranger to her, chuckled, a deep, rich sound. "A million dollars," he repeated, leaning closer. "For six months of your time. All you have to do is pretend to be someone you're not."
"And who exactly would I be pretending to be?" she asked, skepticism warring with a flicker of desperate hope.
"My fiancee."
The words hit Eden like a slap. Fiancée? To a stranger in a designer suit? This whole situation had a whiff of a bad B-movie plot.
Sensing her hesitation, the man extended a hand. "The name's Damon Blackwood. And I assure you, this proposition is very real."
Eden stared at the hand, long fingers adorned with a heavy gold watch. Damon Blackwood. The name sent a jolt through her. He was the CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, a global powerhouse known for its ruthless efficiency and its enigmatic leader.
"Why me?" she finally blurted. "Out of all the women in the city, why a random secretary with a mountain of debt?"
"Discretion," Damon replied simply. "I need someone with nothing to lose, someone who wouldn't be swayed by the glamour of the position. Someone exactly like you."
Eden studied him, searching for any sign of deceit. His eyes, though guarded, held a flicker of vulnerability. Maybe he wasn't just some heartless billionaire seeking a trophy wife. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to this offer than met the eye.
"Tell me everything," she said, her voice firm.
Damon ushered her into a quiet corner booth, his movements practiced and precise. He explained his need for a temporary fiancee. A high-profile business deal hung in the balance, and a public image makeover was crucial. Apparently, the ruthless CEO persona wasn't cutting it in the world of international negotiations.
He presented a detailed contract: a million dollars for six months of her time, with a hefty bonus for maintaining secrecy. The clauses were strict, outlining her public duties and the importance of maintaining a convincing facade.
Eden skimmed through it, her mind racing. A million dollars could solve all of Liam's medical problems, and maybe even give him a chance at a normal life. But the idea of pretending to be engaged to a stranger, a man shrouded in mystery, made her skin crawl.
"What about your family?" she asked, glancing at the diamond-encrusted wedding band on her own finger, a leftover prop from a high school play she somehow hadn't gotten around to removing.
"They're not a factor," Damon replied curtly.
His tone gave her pause. There was a coldness there, a hint of a past she wasn't privy to. This entire situation felt laced with secrets, adding to the trepidation bubbling in her stomach.
She looked at the contract, then back at Damon. The image of her brother's pale face and his tired smile flickered in her mind. This was a chance, a chance to give Liam a future.
With a deep breath, Eden picked up a pen. "Alright, Mr. Blackwood," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "Let's make you a fake fiancee."
A flurry of activity filled the following days. Eden, bombarded with fittings and etiquette lessons, felt like she was living in a whirlwind. The elegant clothes felt foreign against her skin, the designer shoes pinched her toes, and the social graces drilled into her by a stern-faced consultant made her head spin.
Damon, meanwhile, remained a distant figure. They'd met briefly once more to finalize details, his demeanor as cold and unreadable as ever. He was a whirlwind of meetings and phone calls, a man seemingly burdened by the weight of his empire.
One afternoon, amidst a frustrating lesson on ballroom dancing, her phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number, a single cryptic line: "Meet me at the park, 7 PM. Alone."
Eden's heart pounded. A secret meeting? Was this part of the act, or something more sinister? An unsettling feeling gnawed at her. Curiosity, however, warred with a healthy dose of fear.
By seven, dusk had painted the park in hues of purple and orange. The air was crisp, the only sound the rustling of leaves in the wind. As she entered the clearing, a tall figure emerged from the shadows. It was Damon.
"What is this about?" she asked, her voice wary.
"There are things you need to know," he said, his voice low.
He explained, in clipped sentences, about a past betrayal that left him jaded and guarded. He spoke of a ruthless stepmother, a woman who wielded power through manipulation and deceit. Veronica Blackwood, he revealed, was the reason he needed a fake fiancee, a public shield to deflect unwanted attention.
"She controls everything," he concluded, a bitter edge to his voice. "This deal, this facade, it's all a way to gain some semblance of control back."
Eden listened, her initial apprehension fading into a flicker of understanding. This wasn't just about a business deal. This was a battle, a quiet war Damon was fighting against a formidable opponent.
"So, why me?" she asked, her voice soft.
He looked at her, his gaze intense. "Because you have nothing to lose," he said, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "And because, for some reason, I trust you."
The air crackled with unspoken emotions. Eden didn't know what exactly she was getting herself into, but she knew one thing for sure: this million-dollar proposal had just become a whole lot more complicated.
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"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.