Nadia Salko discovers that her Vegas annulment paperwork was never filed — and her accidental husband is tech mogul Ethan Cross. Six months of being legally married without knowing it.
A quiet dissolution would be simple, except Ethan's investors need him looking "stable" for a conservative overseas partnership. His lawyers propose a temporary arrangement: stay married through the deal, smile for cameras, then separate cleanly.
💕 Nadia agrees for the fee. She doesn't agree to catching feelings.
But proximity is lethal. Ethan's penthouse. Shared breakfasts. The annotated novels he leaves on her nightstand because he noticed what she reads. The way his hand finds her waist at galas like it belongs there.
"This isn't real," she reminds him. "Then why does it feel like it is?" he asks, and his eyes are too honest for a man who trades in calculated risk.
Everything implodes when Ethan's jealous brother leaks their contract to the press. Cameras flash. The gala erupts.
Ethan takes the microphone and tells three hundred people the truth — then drops to one knee with his grandmother's ring.
This time, he means every word.
⭐ A sparkling fake-marriage romance where the paperwork was an accident but falling in love was inevitable!
Rysa Blae is a passionate weaver of dark desires, forbidden fantasies, and emotionally charged love stories. Specializing in romantic erotic fantasy with heavy doses of obsession, power play, and taboo heat, Rysa crafts immersive worlds where boundaries are pushed and love is anything but gentle.
Her stories dive deep into the minds of morally grey heroes, dominant anti-lovers, and the complex women who challenge and awaken them. With themes ranging from age gap obsession and mafia breeding romance to psychological thrillers soaked in passion, Rysa’s books are perfect for readers who crave intensity, sensuality, and twisted devotion.
When she’s not plotting sinful stories, she’s probably sipping coffee, building secret Pinterest boards, and dreaming up her next irresistible villain.
Follow her into the darkness—you just might not want to leave.