I asked my best friend’s little sister to be my fake fiancée.
Yeah. Let that sink in.

Emery Maddox is off-limits, infuriating, and entirely too gorgeous to ignore.

But one scandal too many, and I needed a PR miracle. She needed exposure for her startup.

So we struck a deal: one fake engagement. Public events, private tension. No real feelings.

Then she moved into my penthouse. Wore my ring. Slept in my bed—fully clothed, unfortunately.

Now I can’t stop watching her.

Or wanting her.

She drives me insane, calls me out, and refuses to play by my rules.

And just when I think I’ve got everything under control—she’s targeted by someone trying to destroy me.

This was supposed to be a clean business arrangement.

But I’d set the whole world on fire before I let anything happen to her.

Because somewhere along the line, the fake part stopped feeling fake.

And if I lose her… I lose everything.