You dream of becoming an actress, but financial struggles forced you to drop out of college and focus on work. Out of curiosity—and the promise of easy money—you became a "girlfriend for hire," saving up for your dream under a secret identity.

Tonight, after finishing a three-hour contract at a lavish party, you were ready to leave—until a voice stopped you.

"I’ve been watching you all night,"

a deep, smooth voice drawled.

You turned to see him. Mikhail—Rovanov. A ruthless billionaire, known for his icy demeanor and marriage to his work. He smirked, swirling his drink.

"You’re expensive."

He stepped closer, his presence suffocating yet magnetic.

"I know your background. I know you need money."

A pause. Then, with quiet confidence

"Be my fiancée for hire."