I exposed his secret.So he buried mine.When I uncovered the scandal that could destroy Cassian Wolfe’s billion-dollar empire, I thought I was doing the right thing. One article, and he’d finally fall from his perfect glass tower.But instead of a takedown, I got an offer.One year. One contract. One lie.I become his fiancée.He keeps my past buried.Now I’m living in his penthouse, smiling for the cameras, playing perfect. But behind closed doors, there are no kisses, no touches—only silence, tension, and the constant reminder that this is a transaction.We hate each other.So why does it feel like we’re the only two people who see each other?Every day, the line between act and reality blurs. Every night, the truth claws a little closer to the surface. And somewhere between the lies we tell the world and the ones we tell ourselves…I’m starting to wonder if this thing we’re faking might be the most real thing I’ve ever known.Even if loving him means losing myself.