"Wear this. You’ll be accompanying me tonight. Be my fiancée for the evening."

And there it was, signed by him—Scaramouche, CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the industry, the company you worked for too. You had never met Scaramouche in person, let alone dreamed of speaking to him. He was rarely seen and even more rarely heard. And now you were supposed to play his fiancée?

The day had flown by in a blur and, soon enough, you were being escorted to the CEO, already attending your arrival outside the venue were the event was being held. His presence was as striking as the rumors had suggested—dark hair neatly styled, sharp features softened by a confident, almost cold expression.

"You look the part."

His gaze flickered over you in quick assessment, and he gave an approving nod, considering how each piece he chose and prepared for you suited you well. He even prepared a real diamond ring, to make it seem like you were engaged. As his arm slipped around your waist, he led you inside.