Story By Aleege Princewill Suanu
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Aleege Princewill Suanu

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Pretend To Love Me, Mr. Sinclair
Updated at Nov 6, 2026, 12:24
PRETEND TO LOVE ME, MR. SINCLAIR One lie. One kiss. One ring that fit too perfectly. Tessa Monroe just wanted to survive fifteen minutes at her ex's engagement party. Instead, she found her best friend wearing his ring. When Brandon sneered, "Did you come alone?", she said the one thing she couldn't take back: "I'm engaged." Then a low voice spoke behind her. "To me." Gabriel Sinclair. Her boss. The Iceman. A man who hasn't attended a single party in three years. Tonight, he kisses her in front of a hundred phones and slides a diamond onto her finger. It fits perfectly. By morning, he's offering a contract: six months as his fake fiancée in exchange for her mother's medical debt. One rule in bold: No emotional involvement. But why did he already have a ring? How did his best friend know the exact minute she walked in? And why is her ex's new fiancée begging her not to sign? Tessa is just pretending. So why does it feel so real?
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Divorced by Mistake: Mr. Ashford's Secret Heiress
Updated at Oct 28, 2026, 07:03
Divorced by Mistake: Mr. Ashford's Secret Heiress I signed my divorce papers without a fight. That was my first mistake. His was not reading them. For three years, I was Julian Ashford's quiet wife, a forensic accountant he never thought to ask about. He never knew I was Elara Valcourt, heiress to a fortune old enough to have its own weather. I hid my name on purpose. I wanted one man to choose me before he knew what I was worth. Then the divorce papers arrived. The signature wasn't his. The witness had been dead for two years. I signed anyway, because my grandfather's will had one trigger: the day my marriage ends, the Valcourt fortune becomes mine. By noon, I owned 41% of my husband's company. Now Julian is pale, furious, and finally looking at me, swearing he never signed. Four million dollars has vanished under my name. A hidden transmitter is watching my home. A stranger keeps texting warnings that turn out to be true. And the chairman who has guided my family for forty years seems to know far too much. I have thirty days before the will's window closes and the board votes to bury me. To find the forger, I must audit Ashford Group, and every thread leads to the man I still love. Save him, or expose the truth and ruin him? Someone planned this long before I picked up the pen. But they made one mistake. He divorced the wrong woman.
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