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The boy who broke my heart at seventeen just caught me in a pool of rosé.
At my own harvest festival.
And he owns half my family's vineyard.
Strong hands catch me, and my body remembers him before my brain does.
Nolan Chase.
My childhood best friend. The one I kissed under paper lanterns the summer I turned seventeen.
He kissed me back for three seconds—then pulled away like I'd burned him.
Two weeks later, he was gone. No call. No explanation. Just silence.
Now he's a billionaire CEO who wants to sell my parents' legacy to the highest bidder.
He controls the deed. I've bled to keep it alive.
Cold eyes. Clenched jaw. Zero sentiment.
But when investors circle and the vineyard starts to crumble, he proposes a fake relationship to keep us afloat.
The way he steps between me and trouble without being asked...
The way his voice goes soft when my nine-year-old son walks into the room...
Every fake touch is costing me something real.
This grumpy billionaire is making me forget we're pretending.
If only I could forgive him for disappearing when I needed him most.
The boy who broke my heart at seventeen just caught me in a pool of rosé.
At my own harvest festival.
And he owns half my family's vineyard.
Strong hands catch me, and my body remembers him before my brain does.
Nolan Chase.
My childhood best friend. The one I kissed under paper lanterns the summer I turned seventeen.
He kissed me back for three seconds—then pulled away like I'd burned him.
Two weeks later, he was gone. No call. No explanation. Just silence.
Now he's a billionaire CEO who wants to sell my parents' legacy to the highest bidder.
He controls the deed. I've bled to keep it alive.
Cold eyes. Clenched jaw. Zero sentiment.
But when investors circle and the vineyard starts to crumble, he proposes a fake relationship to keep us afloat.
The way he steps between me and trouble without being asked...
The way his voice goes soft when my nine-year-old son walks into the room...
Every fake touch is costing me something real.
This grumpy billionaire is making me forget we're pretending.
If only I could forgive him for disappearing when I needed him most.
