Layla Bellini never wanted a billionaire's name. She wanted to save her father's company, keep her head down, and disappear back into her own life by morning. One blackout ruined all of it. “I'm not her,” she told him, staring at a man the entire room believed she was about to marry. “Whoever you think I am, you have the wrong woman.” Zayd Marchetti didn't care. He needed the marriage to stand, at least until his billion-dollar deal was signed, and he made that clear in front of every camera in the room before Layla could say otherwise. “Then we'll fix it after the deal is done,” he said, like it was that simple. Like her entire life hadn't just been rearranged for his convenience. It should have stayed simple. A temporary marriage, a business arrangement, nothing more. Instead, Layla found herself reshaping his empty mansion into something like a home, drawn into his most ambitious project, and slowly, infuriatingly, falling for the one man she never chose. “You were never supposed to matter,” he told her one night, his voice rougher than she'd ever heard it. “I don't know how to fix that anymore.” But the mix-up that trapped them together was never an accident, and Layla is the one who has to unravel it, before the truth costs her the company, the family, and the man she wasn't supposed to fall in love with at all. The world thinks she's the wrong bride. Layla intends to prove exactly how wrong they are.

⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents, vulgar words, violence, toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan. "You sure you don't want this? Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth. "I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her. "Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly, as pathetic as it may sound. She gritted her teeth again and let out. "I said I hate you, murderer! I wish you would just die and-ahh!" She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there. "What are-ahh!" She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!" He growled.