#fake husband
He needs a wife.
She needs a miracle.
Let the Pleasure Wars begin …Just so it’s clear, I’m not the kind of woman who sleeps around.
And I’m especially not the kind of woman who’d ever sell her body for money.
At least—that’s not who I used to be.
Now, I’m getting on my hands and knees at the orders of the stranger I suddenly call, husband.
I’m ashamed of what I’m doing.
It’s dirty. Wrong.…
