My Fake Husband Is My Boss

"The first time I called you my wife, I was lying. This time, I intend to spend the rest of my life making it true."

Evelyn “Evie” Carter had two simple rules: dominate luxury brand strategy and never let her overbearing family rush her to the altar. But when cornered at a suffocating Sunday family dinner, panic wins, and she blurts out three fatal words: “I’m already married.” The proof? A frantic swipe through her camera roll that lands on a photo of Julian Blackwood, her newly appointed CEO. The exact, infuriatingly handsome corporate titan she publicly challenged on his very first day in the boardroom. She expected a lawsuit. She expected to be fired before breakfast. Instead, Julian makes her an offer: To secure his controlling fifty-one percent inheritance shares under his late grandfather’s ruthless will, Julian needs a legal wife for twelve continuous months. A sharp-witted, fiercely independent employee bound by an airtight non-disclosure agreement is the ultimate low-risk transaction. The contract is simple: • Separate bedrooms. • Zero romance. • Strict professional boundaries. • Absolute prohibition of catching feelings. Except Julian’s idea of a transaction includes moving Evie into his Upper East Side townhouse, trading lethal workplace banter under conference tables, and getting stranded overnight at an Adirondack lake house with only one usable bed. When petty domestic warfare escalates into stolen office kisses, and a ruthless corporate rival uncovers their secret agreement, the fake arrangement becomes a high-stakes war. Julian was supposed to be a temporary problem with an expiration date, not an intensely possessive man willing to burn down his entire fifty-million-dollar empire just to protect her name.