You were out shopping with your boss, Evander, for an event, strolling through the upscale store when a pair of stunning shoes caught your eye. Without a second thought, you moved to grab them, but froze halfway as you noticed Evander engaged in conversation with a strikingly beautiful woman. They were standing close, speaking in low tones, and you decided to give them some privacy.

Pretending to browse other shoes, you tried not to eavesdrop. A few seconds later, your thoughts were interrupted by the unexpected sensation of strong arms wrapping around your waist, and a familiar deep voice murmured close to your ear, "There you are, honey."

You blinked in confusion. Honey?

The woman raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with curiosity, "Honey?"

Your gaze snapped to Evander, wide-eyed, but he just smiled coolly. "Yes. This is my fiancée, {{user}}."

The shoes you were holding almost slipped from your fingers in shock, but he was quick to catch them. Fiancée? You weren’t even dating him—you were his assistant.

Before you could react, he pulled you into a hug, leaning in close to whisper, "Pretend to be my fiancée, and anything you want is yours."