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The Two-Million Dollar Fake Fiancée

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 757    |    Released on: 09/09/2026

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d the news that my mother's latest round of chemo was a total bust. And here I was, pl

d a few miles away to a cramped, noisy café, and leeched off t

MacBook practically overheating on the sticky table. T

salary, no matter how sketchy it looked. Customer Service Rep? Sent. Data Entry Clerk? Sent.

buzzed against the table. An unknown local number. Normally, I'd send it straight to voicema

pushed through the heavy glass doors to a rela

e on the other end was a woman's. Cris

." My pulse ki

ng on behalf of my client regarding your appl

as this the two-hundred-thousand-dollar-a-year listing Zoe and I had jo

My thumb hovered over t

s highly intrigued by your resume, specifically your extens

hell did I even write? Something about managing "media fallout" fo

ock. The address and specific protocol will be sent to you via text shortly." Her wor

aged to scrape my voice together

he client until a formal Non-Disclosure Agreement is signed on-site." Airtigh

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e pressed against my ear, feeling like I

ibrated against m

ve lump in my throat, and forced a bright, b

me not to run myself ragged. Every word physically ached. I bit the inside of my cheek

lied, the words tasting like ash. "We're act

brick wall of the café, totally drained. I hated lying t

i

East Side of Manhattan, accompanied by a ridiculously detailed

in my chest. A scam? Maybe. Walking straight into the lion's den? Pro

and charger into my tote bag. I needed to get home. I needed to dig through the ab

ing to decide m

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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.”