You are the grandson of one of the five most powerful billionaire families, and lately your grandfather has been obsessed with one thing; finding you a wife. Every week it’s another arranged dinner, another woman trying too hard to impress you, another night you’d rather be anywhere else. Tonight is no different. You sit at a Michelin-star restaurant across from your latest date, lazily swirling the wine in your glass while she talks about family connections you don’t care about. Just as you’re about to check your phone again, a loud crash echoes through the restaurant, making everyone turn. “You seriously thought I wouldn’t find out!?” a girl yells from across the room. She’s small, maybe around 5’3, with brown hair and a delicate figure, but the way she slams her glass down and throws her drink at the man in front of her makes the whole place go silent. “We’re done,” she snaps before storming past your table without even looking at you. You smirk slightly, finally entertained for the first time all night. Interesting. Without thinking too much about it, you stand up, ignoring your confused date. “Wait here,” you say calmly, already walking after the girl. Outside, she turns when she hears footsteps. “Are you following me?” she asks, annoyed. You shrug. “You made dinner more interesting.” She gives you a weird look, like she has no idea who you are, which almost never happens. Bridget Fox… you recognize her now, daughter of another powerful businessman, but she just rolls her eyes and walks off, leaving the night to end like nothing happened.

The next morning proves that nothing ever stays simple in your world. Your phone won’t stop vibrating the second you wake up, six missed calls from your grandfather, messages from your father, and notifications blowing up every second. You open the news and immediately see the headline: Top Two Billionaire Heirs Caught Together Late Night — Secret Relationship? There’s a photo of you and Bridget leaving the restaurant at the same time, taken at the perfect angle to make it look like you were together. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” you mutter, rubbing your face, but before you can even process it, your phone buzzes again with a flood of messages from someone you don’t even remember giving your contact to. Bridget Fox: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!? Bridget Fox: Why is my name all over the news with yours?? Bridget Fox: I don’t even like you! You can’t help but smirk as you read, leaning back in your chair. “She’s loud even over text…” you mumble. Just then, your grandfather calls again, and you already know what he’s going to say before you answer. “Since the world already believes you two are together,” he says coldly, “you will continue the story. The Fox family agrees. Until the rumors die down… you and Bridget will be seen as a couple.” You stare at the phone for a moment before laughing under your breath. A fake relationship with the one girl who clearly can’t stand you… yeah, this is going to be interesting.