Fake Dating The Billionaire Mayor
“Run if you want, Lia. I’ll only chase you. And you know exactly how that ends…”
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Natalia Monroe had the world at her feet—Hollywood’s golden girl, four Oscars, two Emmys, and a fanbase that worshipped her. Until one scandalous video destroyed everything.
Overnight, she goes from America’s sweetheart to the internet’s favorite villain. Betrayed, mocked, canceled, and hunted by paparazzi—her glittering life collapses in a single breath. And when the harassment turns violent, her father drags her back to the tiny hometown she swore she’d never return to.
She expects the usual boredom, silence and insignificance.
What she doesn’t expect is him.
Roman Volkov—her small town’s new mayor, its “miracle man,” loved by everyone, trusted by all. He’s charming, untouchable and practically perfect.
Except Natalia doesn’t buy it. Behind his polite smile and mismatched eyes, she sees the truth—danger, darkness, and secrets that could ruin them both.
He’s clearly hiding something. Something big…something…deadly.
But when her father forces her to work as Roman’s secretary and a PR disaster traps them in a fake relationship—she realizes one terrifying thing:
The town may see an angel. But the man watching her like a hawk is the devil she should’ve run from.
Except he has no intention of letting her go.
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Chapter: It Keeps Getting Worse.Natalia"They're suing me."I say it to the window. To the glass and the grey morning sky behind it and the quiet street below where nothing is happening and nobody's life is collapsing."Lia." Danny's voice through the phone is tight. Controlled. The voice he uses when the news is bad and he's trying to deliver it without dropping it on me all at once. "Just listen to me for a second...""Voss & Klein is suing me, Danny. The company I shot that campaign for six months ago. The one I flew to Milan for. The one I was on a billboard in Times Square for." I press my fingers to the glass. "They're suing me.""The campaign tanked when the videos came out. They're saying the association with you cost them...""How much."A pause."Danny. How much.""Four million." He says it quietly, like lowering the volume will soften the number. "They're claiming damages of four million on the grounds that you misrepresented your public image at the time of signing the contract."I laugh.It comes out st
Last Updated: 2026-06-22
Chapter: Oops, Terrible First Impressions.NataliaWhere the hell am I?The first thing I notice is the ceiling.Wrong ceiling. Too high, too white, too quiet, and I stare at it for ten full seconds before everything else arrives ... the ache in my neck, the weight behind my eyes, my entire body feeling like it lost an argument with the floor.I sit up.Unfamiliar room. Unfamiliar sheets. Unfamiliar everything.I look down at myself.I am wearing a jacket.A man's jacket. Dark, expensive, large enough that it falls to the middle of my thighs and swallows my hands completely. Underneath it ... my underwear. That's it. That's the whole outfit.I stare at the jacket.And then, slowly, like something surfacing from deep water ... the memories start coming.The bar. The drink. The collision. One green eye and one grey one looking down at me with that unbearable calm. My hand flat on his chest. Him stepping around me. Walking away.And me ... me ... opening my mouth and saying..."Oh my God." I press both hands over my face. "Oh no.
Last Updated: 2026-06-22
Chapter: Asking For It.Natalia"Gosh, I hate this town."Calvert is exactly how I left it.Small, quiet, suffocating.The kind of town where everyone knows your name and exactly three things about you, and the three things they know about me have apparently been updated this week, because the moment the car turns onto Elm Street, I see two elderly women on Mrs. Patton's porch stop mid-conversation and turn to stare.I look out the window.They stare.I stare back.One of them leans toward the other and says something behind her hand and they both look at me with that particular expression ... pity wrapped in satisfaction ... that small towns reserve for people who left and came back wrong.I crack the window."...always thought she was too big for this place," one of them is saying, loud enough to carry. "Ran off to Hollywood and look at her now. Back here with her tail between her...""Excuse me..." I reach for the door handle."Natalia." My father's voice comes from the porch steps.I freeze.He's standin
Last Updated: 2026-06-22
Chapter: The Downfall.NataliaOne week later.It has been exactly one week and my career is in a box on the floor and I don't know how to pick it up."Okay." Danny drops his phone on my coffee table and presses both hands to his face. "Okay. Okay okay okay.""You keep saying that," I say."Because I keep hoping it'll mean something different." He drags his hands down his face and looks at me with the expression of a man watching a building collapse in slow motion. "Lia. Babe. They pulled the Voss campaign.""I know.""And the Meridian press tour...""I know, Danny.""And this morning Warner's called Marcus and said the project is on...""Hold," I finish. "They put it on hold. I know. I was there when Marcus told us." I pull my knees to my chest on the couch. "I was standing right next to you."Danny stares at me. He has been my best friend since we were twenty-three and broke and sharing a one-bedroom in Koreatown, and I have seen every version of his face. Right now his face is doing something I don't hav
Last Updated: 2026-06-22
Chapter: Caught In The Act.Natalia."What the fuck is this?"Tristan and Cecily spring apart. His jacket is on the floor. Her fingers are still curled in his shirt. A foundation bottle rolls off the vanity and nobody moves to pick it up.Nobody speaks either."I'll try again." I step inside and let the door fall shut behind me. "What. Is. This.""Lia..." Tristan starts."Don't call me that right now.""Okay. Natalia." He steps forward, hands raised. "Just ... listen. Before you say anything, just listen to me...""I'm listening.""It's not ... this isn't what it...""Tristan." I look at him. "You're a lot of things. Don't add stupid to the list."He closes his mouth.I look at Cecily. She's straightening her blouse, not quite meeting my eyes, and then ... then she does meet them, and something in her face settles into something I don't like at all."You know," she says, almost conversationally, "he came to me. Just so that's clear.""Cecily..." Tristan hisses."What? She's going to find out anyway." She shrugs
Last Updated: 2026-06-22
Chapter: Birthday With A Little Bit Of SuspicionCadeI fucking hate birthdays.Always have.The thing is, I don't even know my real birthday. When Beck asked me years ago—back when we first became friends and he was obsessed with knowing everything about me—I just said a random date. August something. He believed me. Even celebrated it.Then he apparently told Quinn, who planned all this.And now here I am, standing in my living room filled with people celebrating a day that means absolutely nothing, for a person who doesn't actually exist.The irony isn't lost on me."Speech! Speech! Speech!" They keep chanting, hands clapping in rhythm.I look around at all of them. The team. Quinn's friends. Beck grinning like an idiot."Thank you," I say flatly.The chanting dies down. People look confused."That's it?" Marcus calls out. "That's your whole speech?""Yeah.""Dude, your girlfriend planned this whole thing and all you can say is thank you?"Riley elbows him hard. "She's not his girlfriend, you idiot."Right. Because they don't kno
Last Updated: 2026-01-09
Chapter: John HunterCadeCoach tenses. His jaw works like he's chewing on the words before letting them out."John was..." He pauses, staring at the ice like the answers are frozen beneath it. "He was a star. A really good man. Hockey was his priority. His everything, really."I lean against the boards, arms crossed, waiting."He had scouts watching him constantly," Coach continues. "NHL teams fighting over him. Everyone wanted John Hunter on their roster." His voice gets distant, nostalgic. "Kid had a golden future ahead of him. Could've been one of the greats."I listen, feeling irritation crawl up my spine with every word.Because it sounds exactly like me. My stats. My situation. My future.Which makes this whole thing even more fucked up."You know," Coach says, turning to look at me now, "you remind me of him so much. The way you play. Your work ethic. Your raw talent. Sometimes when I watch you on the ice, it's like seeing John all over again."I don't respond. Just keep my face neutral even thoug
Last Updated: 2026-01-07
Chapter: John FordCadeI slam the puck into the net with enough force that it ricochets back out and skitters across the ice."Again!" Coach Holloway's voice echoes through the empty rink. "And control your anger, West. Channel it, don't let it control you."I skate back to center ice and line up another shot.Control my anger. Right.Like I'm not currently fantasizing about wrapping my hands around Cole's throat and squeezing until his eyes pop out of his skull.He sent someone to kill me. In my house. With Quinn sleeping in my bed.The puck slams into the net again, this time tearing through the mesh."Donovan!" Coach blows his whistle. "What the hell is wrong with you today?"Everything. Absolutely everything.I skate harder, faster, taking shot after shot. Each one more violent than the last.Cole thinks this is a game. Another sick test. Another way to see how far he can push me before I break.But Quinn was right there. Right fucking there.What if the assassin had decided to kill her first? To m
Last Updated: 2025-12-21
Chapter: Who Sent You?!Cole.My eyes adjust to the darkness beyond the lamplight, scanning for movement.Nothing.But I know what I heard.I stand slowly, silently, and move across the room in the blind spots—the areas where someone hiding wouldn't be able to see me clearly.I reach the wardrobe and position myself to the side of the door.One.Two.Three.I yank it open.Someone explodes out of the wardrobe, swinging at me. Their fist connects with my jaw and I stumble back, cursing.The figure rushes past me toward my bedroom door."Fuck!" I shake my head, tasting blood.I glance back at Quinn. She's still asleep somehow, her face peaceful.Good. I don't need her waking up to this.I don't need any of the guys waking up either.I follow the intruder out into the hallway, watching them take the stairs two at a time.They're fast, but I'm faster.I let them get outside first—better to handle this away from the house—then I chase them down.They're running toward the tree line behind the property, probably h
Last Updated: 2025-12-20
Chapter: Obsessed With You.CadeI'm thirteen years old and the warehouse smells like rust and something rotting.Cole is standing over a man—or what used to be a man. Now he's just a mess of blood and exposed bone and parts that shouldn't be visible."Beautiful, isn't it?" Cole asks, not looking away from his work. He's holding a knife, the blade dripping red onto the concrete floor. "The human body is such a fascinating thing. So fragile. So easily broken."I stare at the body. At the way the head sits at an unnatural angle. At the pool of blood spreading across the floor like spilled paint.I feel nothing.No horror. No disgust. No fear.Just... boredom, maybe. A mild curiosity about how long this is going to take."Cade." Cole's voice pulls my attention. "Come closer."I walk over, my shoes squelching in the blood."What do you feel right now?" he asks, tilting his head like I'm the interesting specimen."Nothing.""Nothing?" He smiles. "Not even a little bit of excitement? Fear? Anything?"I shake my head.
Last Updated: 2025-12-20
Chapter: Pleasure And Confessions Quinn “Kiss me.”The words leave my mouth on a desperate exhale, a plea wrapped in a breath. My legs fall open for him, an invitation he’s been waiting for. The world outside this little alcove—the distant chatter of the people around us, the risk of being seen—it all dissolves into a dull hum. All I see is Cade. All I feel is the raw, magnetic pull of him.His eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, are impossibly soft. They hold mine for a heartbeat, two, and then he crashes into me. His mouth isn’t gentle. It’s a claiming. A fucking conquest. His tongue pushes past my lips, tasting of whiskey and pure, unadulterated want. I moan into him, my fingers tangling in the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.His hands are everywhere at once. One cups my breast through my thin top, his thumb circling my nipple until it’s a hard, aching peak. He growls against my mouth, a low, visceral sound that goes straight to my cunt.“Need these out,” he rasps, his voice roug
Last Updated: 2025-12-13
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