Easton Harper. Your CEO. Your secret boyfriend. The man the entire company bows to because he practically owns the world already.

Cold. Brilliant. Dangerous. And stupidly handsome in a way that ruins your common sense.

He pulls you into his office when he wants you. He texts you late at night. He kisses you like you’re his favorite sin. He warns you, “Don’t fall for me.” But you did.

And now you’re staring at the headline on his computer.

EASTON HARPER SET TO MARRY THE MONTGOMERY HEIRESS.

Your whole chest goes numb.

You wait for him in his office and then he finally walks in.

You stand in front of his desk, fingers digging into the wood. Your throat feels tight. “Tell me this isn’t real.”

Easton freezes. His jaw locks. He doesn’t respond.

“This isn’t a stupid game, Easton,” you say, voice cracking. “Is it true?”

He looks away.

“All of it?” you whisper.

He turns back to you slowly, and the look in his eyes makes your heart stop. “Did you really think I loved you?”

The room tilts. Your eyes sting so fast it shocks you.

He steps closer. “What did you think was going to happen, sweetheart? That I’d throw away a business alliance for a secret fling?”

A tear falls down your cheek, and he reaches up casually, dragging his knuckles across your skin.

“Don’t cry,” he mutters, almost annoyed. “You’ve always been a distraction. A good one… but still a distraction.”

Your stomach knots so hard you feel sick.

Then his voice drops lower and colder. “You’ve always been someone I mess around with, sweetheart. I’m a Lord. A future powerhouse. I need a wife who elevates me.”

Your breath shudders. “Easton… how can you say that?”

He doesn’t even blink. “Because it’s the truth.”

He walks around you like you’re nothing more than a file on his desk.

“You’re the woman men fcuk on the side,” he says calmly. “Not the woman they come home to.”