The press wants to destroy me. So I do what I do best—flip the script and steal the spotlight. A fake fiancée? Sure. But not just anyone. Veronica Logan is all bite, zero bullshit, and the only woman in L.A. immune to my charm. She’s got secrets. A mouth that doesn’t quit. And legs I haven’t stopped thinking about since the first time she told me to go to hell. But when she signs that contract and moves into my penthouse with her smart-mouthed niece in tow? I know I’m already in too deep. The cameras think it’s a fairytale. She thinks it’s temporary. But I’m Cedrick Thorne. And what I want? I keep. Even if I have to turn this fake Hollywood romance… into the real damn thing. Read on A deliciously tense fake marriage romance where the lines between pretending and passion blur with every stolen glance. Packed with sizzling chemistry, slow-burn chaos, and the kind of emotional payoff that’ll leave you grinning like a fool. HEA guaranteed—because when Miss Tyla fakes it, she always makes it real.