Hailey Versosa

Rule one," you repeated, signing the contract without reading the fine print. "No feelings. Got it." For a broke college student drowning in debt, six months playing Mrs. Coldheart was a lifeline. Smile at galas. Hold his hand for cameras. Go home to separate rooms. Easy. Except now he's canceling meetings to take you to your favorite bakery. He fired his assistant of five years because she called you "the hired help." And tonight, at the ball, when you tripped on your gown — the man who never smiles caught you. Held you. And didn't let go. "You're terrible at this," he murmured, lips brushing your ear. "The deal was no falling in love. You broke it first." 🖤