Billionaire's Fake Marriage

fail in real life. Yet, she was flat broke. When she woke up the next day, she'd have two things: a nasty hangover and a bank account holding just

s of agony, she got out of bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She must have consumed at least nine cocktails last night. It was a miracle she didn't pass out at the bar; Stoney would have been furious if he had to carry her to the Uber. She'd never have heard the end of that.Sitting on her bed, she picked up her phone to check her messages and immediately noticed one from her brother. Perplexed, she opened the text message box, and the memory of their conversation flooded back.Stella was supposed to call Stoney's friend and see if he'd be willing to pay her to be his fiancée. She shook her head in disbelief. Now, in the sober light of day, the idea seemed far more ludicrous than when she was drunk. She set her phone aside, dismissing it as a drunken notion, then headed to the bathroom.Afterward, she walked into her compact kitchen and started brewing coffee. As the aroma of the coffee wafted through her apartment, she felt her head begin to clear a bit. Looking around her small, run-down space-the combined kitchen and living area with a folding table used as a makeshift dining table, the perpetually stained linoleum floor that resisted her cleaning efforts, and the hand-me-down furniture with duct tape covering the holes in the couch-she couldn't deny it was a shabby place.Once upon a time, she lived in a nice apartment in a good part of town. She owned stylish clothes, a nice car, and held a respectable job as an accountant. Her life wasn't perfect, of course, but being married to Curtis made everything else seem insignificant. His constant criticism and negative attitude turned her seemingly perf