Summary

Fuck. I hate him. I hate his stupid face. His stupid smirk. His stupid voice that somehow gets under my skin every fucking time. I was an idiot when I decided to fight back and give him the perfect comeback, I thought I was winning. Yeah. About that. One stupid fight later, I’m hiding from people who want me dead, he’s apparently the only person who can keep me alive, and somehow, some fucking how, there’s a ring on my finger. His ring. And now I’m supposed to live with him. Pretend we’re married. Call him honey. I’d rather chew glass. Being trapped in a house with the man I hate most in the world is bad enough. Being forced to pretend I’m in love with him? That’s fucking torture. And the worst part? He seems to be enjoying every second of it. So if you think this is going to be some cute little enemies-to-lovers romance where we bicker, fall in love, and live happily ever after... Yeah. Fuck you too. Because if I get the chance, I’ll kill him first. And then I’ll come for you for ever thinking this was going to be cute.

Genre: Romance

Author: Vesper Lane

Status: 1d ago

Chapters: 5

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 18+

Disclaimer

DISCLAIMER

Before you start reading, let me make one thing very fucking clear.

This is a fictional story.

The characters are idiots. Their decisions are questionable. Their communication skills are basically nonexistent. The flirting is aggressive, the tension is worse, and the emotional stability of everyone involved is somewhere between concerning and please call a therapist.

There will be enemies.There will be forced proximity.There will be questionable choices.There will be profanity. A lot of it.There will be spice.There will be violence.There will be two people who would rather die than admit they’re attracted to each other.

And yes, there will probably be moments where you stare at the page and think:

“What the actual fuck is wrong with these people?”

Honestly?

I don’t know.

I wrote them.

If you came here looking for healthy communication, sensible decisions, emotionally mature adults, and a wholesome little love story...

Wrong fucking book.

If you’re looking for chaos, obsession, hate, tension, questionable life choices, and two idiots being forced into close proximity until something inevitably catches fire—

Welcome home.

And if at any point you find yourself thinking, “Surely it can’t get worse.”

Oh, sweetheart.

It absolutely can.

Now shut up, turn the page, and don’t blame me for what happens next.