From Best Friend To Fiancé

WHEN I SUGGESTED FAKE-ENGAGING ROMAN TO HUMILIATE MY CHEATING EX, I thought I was in total control. 😏 After all, Roman had been my best guy friend for years—he even helped me pick out dresses for dates. But tonight at our engagement party, when he shoved his tongue into my mouth right in front of my ex and kissed me until my knees gave out—I knew things had gone off the rails. 😳 “Overacting, Roman.” The second we hit the bedroom, I tried to pull away. But he locked the door behind him—stalked toward me like a wolf finally shedding its mask—and slammed me against the door. “Not real enough yet.” He was panting, his hot lips trailing down my neck, biting. His rough hand hiked up my skirt—his fingers sent electric jolts through me I couldn't control. When that dangerous hardness pressed against my core, panic finally hit—I grabbed his veined arm: “Stop! This was NOT in the contract!” Roman just laughed coldly. “Fuck the contract.” He drove into me—no warning, no mercy—and I screamed, unable to stop it. He grabbed the back of my head, his eyes burning with years of buried madness. “Acting? You think I give a shit about that loser's feelings?” He thrust harder, his voice wrecked with raw hunger. “The only thing I care about is—how to make you forget his name—right here, in my bed.” 🔥🖤😈 ad.readinkapp.com

My sister's wedding invitation to marry MY ex was sent in my mailbox. But revenge is a dish best served with the 6'7'' tatooed billionaire, my best friend, turned my husband who made her green with envy. "If we're gonna fool everyone, we need to practice like REAL lovers," he whispered, his massive frame pinning me against the wall. Our "training sessions" started innocent but turned dangerous fast. When his mouth claimed mine, fire exploded through my veins. My brain screamed this was just acting, but my body had other plans. Then 3AM shattered everything. I caught him in the bathroom, tattooed muscles tense, working himself while gasping my name like a prayer. Steam fogged the mirror as our eyes met in the reflection. Caught in his most raw moment, he didn't apologize. Instead, he turned around, still breathing hard, and delivered the line that made my fake marriage real: "Six years I've wanted you, and I'm done playing pretend." ad.readinkapp.com

"I need a fiancé for my sister's wedding," I barging into Roman's apartment—my best friend and secret billionaire—at 2 AM. He answered wearing only tight CK briefs, the impressive b@lge barely contained, hair messy from interrupted sleep—or something else. "My ex and sister sent invitations with f/cking heart emojis! Hearts!" I ranted, ignoring his state. Almost instantly, he slipped back into his playboy mask, body subtly shifting to block my view of his bedroom. "So you need arm candy to prove you upgraded? I'm not cheap, darling." "Please- I already told everyone we're engaged." I begged, grabbing his warm hand. He sighed dramatically, fingers running through messy hair. "What about my Miami weekend? Models waiting, champagne flowing..." "I'll do anything," I said desperately! "Anything?" His smirk made me question my decision for a moment. But later at wedding, he played perfectly—charming my relatives, making my sister grip teeth with jealousy—deep kisses convincing everyone we were madly in love. Afterward, I found him alone on the balcony, staring at his phone. "Missing your Miami models?" I teased. "You're too good at this. Practiced on many girls, huh?" He showed me his screen—emails about all flights canceled. "There was never any Miami trip. They were never what I wanted." "Roman..." I whispered, suddenly knew. "Playing the playboy? Much easier than admitting I've been in love with my best friend for years." His voice rough with confession. When he kissed me the second time, nothing like our practiced fake one—desperate, real, tasting like finally coming home. "So," he breathed against my l!ps, "still a FAKE fiancé?" ad.readinkapp.com

My billionaire best friend just fake-proposed to me in front of 200 people. Now he won't take it back. We've been chaos partners for years—I steal his hoodies, he pays my student loans. Perfect friendship, right? So when my cheating ex showed up at my cousin's wedding with his PREGNANT new wife, I panicked. "Actually, I'm engaged now too!" Cue my best friend sliding a massive rock onto my finger without missing a beat: "Surprise, baby." Everyone's losing their minds. My ex looks SICK. His wife's jaw is on the floor. But here's the thing—he's not letting go of my hand. Later, I corner him: "What's your game?" That's when he pins me against his Lamborghini, eyes dark: "No game. I've been buying engagement rings for MONTHS, waiting for you to wake up." "You're insane." "I'm IN LOVE. There's a difference." Turns out while I thought we were just friends, he's been planning our entire future. The ring? Custom-made. The proposal? He's been rehearsing. "Fake engagement's over, sweetheart. This is real now." My heart's racing and I can't tell if I want to slap him or kiss him. "Choose fast—the press is already calling you 'Mrs. Billionaire.'" ad.readinkapp.com

BOOM! I crashed my sister's wedding to my cheating ex with my hottest fiancé. My mom gasped. My sister—the woman who'd called me "unwanted" for years—went white as her wedding dress. My ex? His jaw hit the floor. Roman put on an Oscar-worthy performance, charming my family while making my ex green with envy. But then my psycho sister spotted my ring and completely lost it. "Why is her diamond bigger than mine?!" she shrieked, lunging at my hand like a wild animal. "I'M the bride!" That's when my "fiancé" went full protective hero mode, stepping in front of me like a human shield and dropping the line that silenced the entire room: "As my wife, she can wear whatever the hell she wants." ad.readinkapp.com

When your best friend finds out your first experience was bad He folds his tattooed arms. "Tell me about it." You're so embarrased. You have such a crush on him "It was my first kiss and a bad one." He lifts you to his lap "Practice on me.” "Grind,even.I don't mind." ad.readinkapp.com

"We’re just pretending," I gasped as my fake fiancé pinned me against the cold stone wall. Roman’s thumb traced my jaw, his green eyes flashing with a dangerous hunger. "Not anymore, Savannah." We were supposed to be best friends faking an engagement to survive my toxic sister’s wedding to my ex. But after our wild s*x in the backseat of his car... the rules changed. 🔥 "I don’t share," the billionaire growled, his body pressing flush against mine. "Consider this a hostile takeover. You are off the market." "You can't just claim me like a business deal!" His smirk was lethal. "I always win. And I'm ready to outbid the world to keep you." Then his hand slid lower... ad.readinkapp.com

When your billionaire best friend agreed to pose as your fiancé at your sister and ex-boyfriend’s wedding, you never expected him to actually show up in a private jet—touching down right on the ceremony lawn. Out stepped two lines of tattooed bodyguards in sharp suits and shades, parting just as he emerged. He walked straight toward you, cool and commanding, and in that moment, you didn’t miss it: your sister’s eyes burning with near-hysterical jealousy, and your ex-boyfriend’s face, pale as a ghost—as if he’d just swallowed a fly. ad.readinkapp.com

"Be my fake fiancé," I begged my billionaire best friend.🔞 My toxic ex was marrying my evil sister, and I needed a shield. Roman stared at me, "I'm a businessman, love. I don't work for free." He drawled: "But if I'm playing your man, I'm setting the rules." He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Rule one: You kiss me back like you mean it, especially when your ex is watching." "Rule two: We share a bed, and I sleep naked." "Rule three..." His thumb brushed my lower lip. "If I get hard pretending to be yours, it becomes your responsibility to fix it."🔥 ad.readinkapp.com

"We’re just putting on a show... right?" I gasped. 💦 My billionaire best friend pinned me against the velvet wall. Across the room, my ex—who was marrying my sister tomorrow—was watching us, his jaw clenched in pure jealousy. Roman’s eyes darkened as his hands slid under my red latex dress. "Let him watch," he growled, his voice thick with dangerous possessiveness. "Make him remember exactly what he lost." 😈 I meant to just tease. To make my ex regret everything. But when Roman’s mouth crushed mine, our fake engagement shattered. His hips ground into mine, hard and relentless. "You're mine," he rasped, his fingers tangling in my hair. 🔥 I moaned his name, completely forgetting our audience. Then, my furious ex started storming toward us... ad.readinkapp.com

My best friend is now my fake fiancé — and he just slid a real ring on my finger like he meant it. I should laugh and call it pretend. I let him lift my hand to his lips instead. He kisses the ring, then the knuckle, his eyes never leaving mine. "Smile, Sav. You're supposed to be in love with me." "I'm not." My voice is steady. My fingers curl around his and won't let go. "This is a transaction." He pulls me in by that same hand, mouth at my ear, so close I feel every word land. "Then why are you holding on like I'm the last thing you get to keep?" "Keep calling it fake." His thumb circles the blue stone, warm against my skin. "Your body already said yes." ad.readinkapp.com

"Just one more time to make it look real," Roman murmured, his voice rough, as he pushed me against the bedroom door. He was my best friend, and our fake engagement was just a plan to silence my envious sister. But when his fingers slid up my thighs, the boundaries shattered. His lips claimed mine—fierce and hot. I felt something hard and throbbing brush against my core, making me gasp. "You forgot the rules of the contract," I panted. "F/ck the contract," he growled, entering me with a sudden, sharp thrust that made me cry out. What had started as a charade to humiliate my ex was now consuming me with wild intensity. ad.readinkapp.com