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The Two-Million Dollar Fake Fiancée

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 742    |    Released on: 09/09/2026

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room doors, letting them s

n laundry and floor wax. The solitude didn't bring relief; it only t

om. Then, without thinking, I wound up and hammered

l caved inward with an agonizing c

by the warm seep of split skin. But I couldn't feel the real damage. The pain

ld metal until I hit the rubber flooring. I pulled my knees up, dropping my he

ed back in, heav

through the wreckage of my mind, pulsing

ded a

nother, until everyth

ker room tiles. Time had bled out somewhere between the thi

uble doors swung o

oncaved locker to my raw, bleeding knuckles, and

ked straight to the wall-mounted first-aid kit, grabbed a chemical

fine," I gritted out. My voi

argument, he seized my wrist, cracked the ice pack

e of sarcasm clipping his words. "You just nearly punched a th

biting cold against my skin actually helped, sn

ut. I didn't want him to see my face. I didn't want anyone

he steady drip-drip of condensation rolling off the ice pack

urself to death?" he finally aske

our busine

ity. "Miles Vance, it is absolutely my business. You're my brother." He paused, letting the weight of the word settle betw

urrently financing every tabloid in the city, and Piper, our PR direct

g his weight on the tiles. "I kno

st in the room. Carte

ible hands had just clamped around my lungs, sq

ncontrollable now. "...it didn't just ruin my life." I forced the

aid it out loud. The first time I

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“"Sign the contract. Keep my secrets. And never, ever fall in love." Fired, blacklisted, and desperate, Maya Prescott is completely out of options. With her mother's astronomical medical bills ticking like a time bomb, Maya drunkenly applies for a mysterious $200,000-a-year personal assistant job. She expects a scam. Instead, she's handed an ironclad, million-dollar non-disclosure agreement binding her to the most notorious bad-boy in New York. Miles Vance is hockey royalty. He has the lavish lifestyle, the devastatingly handsome face, and a self-destructive streak that just cost him his team captaincy. Drowning his tragic past and suffocating guilt in whiskey and chaotic nights, Miles expects his new "babysitter" to be just another pushover he can easily scare away. He couldn't be more wrong. Maya marches into his trashed penthouse, kicks out the blackmailing puck-bunnies in his bed, and completely flips his life upside down. She is fierce, unapologetic, and entirely immune to his arrogant charm. Their arrangement is supposed to be strictly business: she cleans up his messes, and he pays for her mother's life-saving treatments. But the tight quarters of the penthouse ignite a dangerous, undeniable chemistry. Beneath Miles's ruthless playboy exterior is a shattered, vulnerable man who desperately needs an anchor. And Maya might just be the only one who can save him from his own demons. When scandals threaten to destroy his career for good, a simple employment contract isn't enough to fix his ruined image. He needs the ultimate PR stunt: a fake fiancée. The offer is two million dollars. The only rule? Don't fall in love. But when fake kisses start feeling dangerously real, Maya realizes she might be signing away the one thing money can't buy-her heart.”