This was happening, wasn't it?
She was going to Spain.
She was going to pretend to be Arthur Brook’s doting, polished fiancée. And all while praying the possible baby inside her wasn’t real.
“Someone get her a tissue before she ruins the fabric,” Simone said without missing a beat.
Lisa couldn’t take it. She flew out of the room. Her shaky legs carried her past the pretty mirrors and down the hall. Eventually, she stopped near a quiet corner and let herself cry silently, because in this world, showing weakness was stupid.
In that moment, Lisa coldly realized that playing Arthur Brook’s fiancée came with consequences.
This was just the first.
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Valencia’s sun touched the tarmac with warmth as the private jet landed. Lisa stepped out in heels too high, wearing a custom dress she
