Fake Fiancee

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Madel Cerda

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

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Lily Green gripped the eviction notice in her trembling hands, her pulse roaring in her ears.

Past Due. Final Warning.

The words glared back at her like a death sentence.

She squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing the lump rising in her throat. How has life come to this?

Her tiny Brooklyn apartment smelled of stale coffee and desperation. A single flickering light buzzed overhead, casting a weak glow over the stack of unpaid bills on the table.

Rent. Medical expenses. Utilities.

Every month, she thought she'd find a way to catch up. Every month, she failed.

She turned toward the small bedroom, where her younger sister, Emily, lay asleep, her frail body barely making a dent in the mattress. The blankets were too thin for a cold night like this, but they had no money for heating.

Emily let out a weak cough in her sleep, and Lily's chest tightened painfully.

She needed medicine. Checkups. Proper care.

But those things required money-money Lily didn't have.

She had already sold everything valuable, worked double shifts, skipped meals-anything to keep her sister alive.

And yet, it still wasn't enough.

Her vision blurred with tears as she whispered, "I need a miracle."

Then, as if the universe had been listening, her phone rang.

Lily jumped, her heart slamming against her ribs. She fumbled for the phone, barely glancing at the caller ID before answering.

"Hello?"

"Lily, it's Ava. Get dressed. Now."

Lily frowned, gripping the phone tighter. Ava Harper was her best friend, but she was also the kind of person who loved risks and reckless decisions.

"Ava, I can't-"

"No excuses." Ava's voice was firm. "Meet me at The Regent Hotel in thirty minutes. I have something that could change your life."

Lily hesitated. Ava had always been the impulsive one, diving into things without a second thought.

But right now, reckless sounded better than hopeless.

She glanced back at Emily, sleeping peacefully.

I don't have a choice.

"Fine," Lily said, already pulling on her one decent dress. "But this better not be illegal."

Ava only laughed. "Just hurry."

The Regent Hotel – Where Everything Changed

Lily stepped into the grand lobby of The Regent Hotel and immediately felt out of place.

The chandeliers dripped with crystal. The marble floors gleamed. Guests in designer suits and silk gowns floated by, their expensive perfumes saturating the air.

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power.

And she didn't belong here.

She tugged at the hem of her dress, acutely aware of how cheap it looked compared to the luxurious evening gowns around her.

Ava waved her over from a corner table, looking infuriatingly comfortable in a red cocktail dress that hugged her curves.

Lily slid into the seat, lowering her voice. "Ava, what is this? I don't have time for games."

Ava smirked. "Oh, but you'll want to hear this."

She leaned forward, eyes gleaming with excitement.

"How would you like to be a billionaire's fiancée?"

Lily blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Not a real one," Ava clarified. "Just for show."

Lily's pulse spiked.

"Julian Saint Clair needs a fake fiancée for six months. He's willing to pay a ridiculous amount of money."