My Big, Fat, Fake Billionaire Wedding

A Standalone Fake Marriage, Billionaire Romance.

The fine print said 'business only...'
Shame no one told my heart about the contract terms.

You know those nightmares where you’re publicly humiliated and can’t escape? That’s my reality at my first SoHo gallery showing.

I start off the night by mistaking Gideon King, billionaire art collector, for catering staff. (Though to be fair, how was I supposed to know that the tall, gorgeous man in the corner wasn’t there to help with the champagne trays??)

And just when I think I might recover from that mortification, I accidentally spill champagne all over his immaculate designer suit. In front of the entire art world. While he’s looking at MY paintings.

I’m ready to flee the country and take up goat farming when the unthinkable happens. After everyone leaves, he returns. One drink turns into one unforgettable night. And then he’s gone from my life.

Until he reappears with a shocking proposal. His company faces a hostile takeover, and apparently I’m his perfect paper bride. The contract outlines lump sum payment upon completion, separate bedrooms, convincing public appearances, and absolutely no emotional involvement.

As I consider his offer, I have to

Is this strictly business or something more?
And why, despite my better judgment, am I saying yes?