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The Billionaire's Fake Marriage

A scandalous photo threatens billionaire Alexander Knight's billion-dollar contract. To save his empire, he lies - claiming the woman in the viral photo, Vivienne Hart, is his girlfriend and that they're engaged to be married. The lie snowballs. His PR team drafts a fake marriage contract, and Vivienne reluctantly signs, drawn by the promise of ten million dollars and a shot at financial freedom. Now, she must live with Alex, attend interviews, travel, smile for cameras, and pretend to be head over heels in love - all while battling ex-girlfriends, Alex's meddling mother, and her own confusing attraction to the man who started it all. RATED 18+
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Chapter 4

Vivienne's POV

"Good afternoon ma'am." Stephanie said to me the moment I got to the car.

"Hi." I responded. "Sorry I didn't know what to bring with me so I didn't bring anything at all."

"Don't worry about that. We're going shopping anywhere." Alex said with a frown. "Get in. We don't have all day."

I fumed, wanting to shoot back but I silently obeyed for some reason. Maybe because I didn't know what to say or because a part of me was enjoying the flow of things.

"Martins." He called the driver. "Take us to the nearest boutique. We need to get some items before we go home."

"Yes, sir." The driver responded and zoomed off.

Our first stop was Gucci. Stephanie did the job of selecting some outfits for me. And I tried on, with Alex throwing side remarks as if he didn't care. On point, I stepped out of the changing room putting on a fit and flare dress and I could have sworn I saw his eyes light up in admiration.

I twirl lightly and Stephanie gave a soft laugh.

"Excellent!" She said. "We're all set sir."

We moved on to the next stop and got some shoes, jewelries and other necessary accessories. Plus, we had my hair done.

"I look fabulous!" I said in wonder looking at myself in the mirror.

"You would make a great wife ms. Vivienne." Stephanie complimented.

I could see Alex from the reflection of the mirror glancing at his watch as he impatiently sat across the studio waiting for us.

"We're all done." Stephanie declared as we made our way to the car, with me looking like a Barbie princess. I've never looked so beautiful in my whole life.

"Thank you." I said to Alex before I could stop my lips.

"Don't thank me yet. It's all part of the contract." He said, not regarding my gratitude. "We need this to be 100% believable. All I need you to get in character and actually behave like you're in love with me."

"Excuse me?" I shot out, finally beginning to lose my cool.

"Did I say something too hard for you to understand?" He said, looking up at me as he pressed his phone. "My prospect is coming in this week and we're both going to have dinner with him." He continued. "And I don't want you frowning then like you are now. You need to loosen up."

I opened my mouth to speak but closed it just as fast because he made total sense. I was a little pissed because of his arrogance and because of the way he speaks to me with no respect.

"Here we are." Stephanie said as we arrived at the gate of a grand mansion.

I couldn't help but I put my head out the window as I looked in absolute wonder, eyes wide open.

"Woowww..." I whispered like a little child.

"Welcome home Honey." Alex said sarcastically, as we made our way out of the car and up the stairs to the front door.

A man stood waiting for us, dressed in a tuxedo. I presumed he was his butler- at least I know that much.

"Welcome Mr. Knight." He said with a courteous bow.

"Thanks Manfred." Alex responded. "Do you have everything in place?" He asked.

"Yes, sir." He nodded.

"Awesome." He said as he walked right into the building without looking back to wait for me nor Stephanie.

"What about the bags?" I asked Stephanie, referring to the items we just bought.

"Don't worry they'll all be brought in." She answered with a smile. "Let's make our way in and get you familiarized with the environment, shall we?"

"Okay." I said nervously beginning to give the whole thing a second thought. But ten million dollars made me push the thought back and brace myself.

We settled in for a bit, Alex talking to someone over the phone while Stephanie showed me around and led me to my room. Everything we bought had already been brought to the room. Everything looked so wonderful I almost opened my arms wide and spin like I was in a movie.

"I know what you're thinking." Stephanie said looking at me with a coy smile, while holding a tablet as usual. "You want to open your arms and spin around."

I didn't know when I let out a laugh and turned red, blushing.

"How did you read my mind?" I asked

"It's a gift." She said, giving an expression that showed she was proud of herself.

"Okay. so..." She started, scrolling down on her tablet. "We've got some reporters coming this evening and we need to prepare you for them."

"What?" I asked, surprised. "This evening? That's fast."

"Yeah. It is what it is." She responded without looking up, still scrolling on her tablet. "We need to set a back story of how you and Mr. Knight met and how long you've been dating. We don't want lapses in your answers when they question you, now do we?" She asked, finally raising her head, smiling.

She went on to narrate some stories to me, which would help me in knowing Alex's person much better. And I must say, from how she talked about him, he wasn't that bad.

So how come he's such an arrogant pompous pr*ck? I wondered in silence.

"Have you ever been in a relationship before?" Stephanie asked, writing something down on her tablet.

"N-No." I responded shyly, bowing my head.

She paused for a moment practically staring at me before she spoke again.

"You have NEVER dated anybody." She stated loudly as if she couldn't believe my words. "This makes things very interesting."

My face turned red as I stood there, still dressed in one of the gowns we bought at the Gucci store.

"The reporters will be here in 2 hours." She said as she glanced at the time on her tablet. "That gives us time to prepare you. Brace yourself. You're about to enter a love story I created myself." She said as she stepped closer to me, grinning excitedly.

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