Trapped in a Fake Marriage, Freed by True Love

Hailey Lawrence listened, ice creeping into her veins with every syllable of Enzo Rainford’s voice. His crisp London accent was measured, careful, too careful. He was wary of eavesdroppers.

“Allison liked that diamond ring, so I gave it to her.”

“And the marriage certificate? I got one with Hailey, but it’s fake. Keep it quiet.”

His tone was as indifferent as ever, but each word slashed through Hailey like a knife, carving pieces out of her.

She had proposed to him ninety-nine times. She had clung to the hope of being his wife. Now, she was nothing more than his prisoner.