Max
I’m in desperate need of a wife—yesterday would have been ideal.
My grandfather has decided my string of casual relationships makes me look like a playboy, and now he’s threatening to turn my major shareholders against me when the Dreamscape merger finalizes—effectively ending my career.
That’s not happening.
His solution? Celeste Jenkins.
Of all the eligible women in Los Angeles, he picks someone I wouldn’t look at twice. She’s careless with details, her head perpetually in the clouds.
Still, I’ll endure this farce of a marriage, teeth clenched behind my smile, until the merger is complete and my position as CEO is locked in.
Then this marriage of inconvenience dissolves faster than an aspirin in hot water.
Except… when she looks at me with those clear green eyes, my whole body ignites—like gasoline in my veins and someone just struck a match.
And suddenly, walking away doesn’t feel as simple as it should.
Celeste
The final notice from the hospital sits on Mom’s nightstand next to her chemo meds, while Lexi’s UCLA film school tuition bill mocks me from the kitchen counter.
My wages barely cover groceries, let alone cancer treatments or my sister’s dream.
Then Joseph Kensington—yes, that Kensington—slides a contract across his mahogany desk:
Marry his grandson for one year. Walk away with $250,000.
It should be simple.
Max Kensington is arrogant, infuriating, and completely out of my league.
So why does my pulse race every time he walks into a room?
Why do my knees go weak when those beautiful green eyes lock onto mine?
And why does pretending this marriage means nothing feel like the biggest lie of all?
We were never meant to be real.
But the longer we pretend, the harder it is to remember where the act ends… and something real begins.
A steamy billionaire arranged marriage romance featuring enemies to lovers, opposites attract, forced proximity, and grumpy / sunshine tension.
