My Possessive Fake Husband: Enemies to Lovers Fake Marriage Romance (Billionaire Romance #1)

Scarlett
"Sign the contract or lose everything." Those were my father's exact words.

So I signed my name next to Dominic King's and agreed to become his wife for six months.

Big mistake.

I thought I was getting a business arrangement—fake marriage, separate bedrooms, minimal contact with the man who's tortured me since I was fifteen. The same man who used to time my curfews and glare at my boyfriends like he wanted to bury them alive.

What I got instead? A predator in a three-piece suit who's been hunting me for years.

Dominic didn't just prepare a contract. He prepared a cage—a penthouse prison disguised as paradise, complete with an art studio that matches my exact specifications and a closet full of clothes in my size. Like he's been planning this for years.

Like he's been waiting.

And some men don't just want to own your body—they want to possess your soul.

He's been waiting seven years to make me his.
Time's up.

Dominic
I've been watching her for seven years. Planning. Waiting. Calculating every move.

Now Scarlett Bennett sits across from my desk, signing the contract that will make her mine.

She thinks this is about her father's business deal. About land acquisitions and corporate mergers. She thinks she's getting six months of fake marriage and then walking away with her precious art gallery.

She has no idea.

I've orchestrated every detail—from her father's financial pressure to the perfectly equipped studio waiting in my penthouse. From the clothes in her exact size hanging in the closet to the contract clauses that give me exactly what I unlimited access to the woman who's haunted my every waking thought since she was nineteen.

Scarlett believes she's signing a business arrangement.

What she's really signing is her surrender.

Six months to break down every wall she's built against me. Six months to show her that the boy who used to interrogate her dates has become a man who eliminates obstacles permanently. Six months to prove that everything she thinks she knows about control is nothing compared to what I'm capable of.

She calls me a predator? She's right.

Now I want her.

And I always get what I want.

A twisted tale of obsession where the hunter becomes the hunted, and the line between hate and desire burns away completely.