Fake Relationship

- Thanks for saving me, - I say, turning to face him. His eyes lift to mine, and a cocky smirk curls on his lips: - You’ll pay me back. Oh, right... I almost forgot how we last said goodbye. Anger simmers under my skin. There’s no way I’m about to entertain his filthy little fantasies. But with dozens of curious guests around us, I swallow my fury and force a polite smile: - Of course, - I whisper sweetly. - Goodbye. I turn to leave. One step, and I’m free. But his arm snakes around my waist—tight, possessive. His heat crashes into my back, his body locking mine in place. His breath grazes my neck as he leans in, his voice low, molten, and unmistakably dangerous: - You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. This is only the beginning...

— An apartment and a promotion, just for pretending to be your fiancée? — Yes. But you’ll have to make it convincing. — Why me? — I finally dare to ask the question that’s been bothering me since the start of this strange conversation. — I didn’t want to ask a stranger off the street. I know you. You’re good at your job, and I believe you can pull this off. — Pull off the role of a gold-digger? — Not just that. I want you to bring my children together. Right now, they have nothing in common. No shared ground. I’m desperate. I fear that when I die, they’ll forget about each other entirely. I need to make Mark stay in the company. That’s something just anyone can’t do — but I’m sure you can. He’s so surе because he has no idea about the secret that ties me to his son.

After five years in a coma and a year of rehabilitation, I’m finally about to reclaim my life… I woke up in a world that moved on without me. My parents are gone. My boyfriend thinks I left him. And my older sister decided the best way to help me adjust is to move me in with her husband’s infuriatingly hot, maddeningly arrogant, and utterly insufferable brother. Theodore is a neurosurgeon with the body of sin and a devil’s tongue. We fight all the time… and somehow end up closer than we ever intended. But I know who I love. Don’t I? I’m Ariana Vysotska. And I’m not the kind of girl who gives up.

To save my husband, I agreed to play fiancée to a millionaire — for a price. Now the contract is over, but he won’t let me go. Even my son seems to adore him. The problem? I’m still married… “Go ahead, call them!” I snap. “You've got time — let the cops sort out who bought the car and who ignored the rules. Guess who'll pay the fine?” My foot twitches on the gas. If he really calls the police, I have no idea what I’ll do. “I will,” he shrugs, pulling out his phone, grinning like he’s already won. Screw this. “Screw you, jerk!” I shout — and do something I swore I never would. I flee the scene of the accident.

Alexei Vasiliev, the Tsar’s executioner, is a weapon forged in shadows. His heart is a fortress of ice. In Florence, Chiara, a brilliant art restorer, lives to bring light back to forgotten beauty. When a mission forces their worlds to collide, everything changes. He sees in her an impossible truth. She sees in him a shattered soul that longs to be saved. But Alexei’s world does not allow light. And loving him makes her a target. Caught between loyalty and redemption, the executioner must decide whether to destroy the only light daring to reach him… or risk everything to protect her.

Moving to the capital, I thought I was about to start a new life. But everything goes completely sideways when one day I’m asked to step into the men’s lounge after the salon has closed — because the client is very important. Handsome. Arrogant. And pisses me off just by existing. I know his type all too well. And as if the universe itself is mocking me, I cross paths with this hysterical jerk again — the very man who just cost me my job. To make it even worse, thanks to a ridiculous coincidence, his mother now thinks I’m… his fiancée! And guess what? He offers me a deal: pretend to be his girlfriend for a while, and he’ll help me get my job back. Yeah, right. That’s pure blackmail. But I have no choice. And he’s going to regret this. Because he asked for it.

“Hi, I’m...” I begin, trying to explain who I am and why I’m here, but he cuts me off. “I know. Dad warned me. Come in,” he says, stepping back to let me inside. “So, ready to get to work?” “Yes, I... I’m ready. I’m here to work as the housekeeper. Ivan Semenovych sent me,” I say, trying to sound confident, though my voice trembles slightly. He laughs. It’s a low, pleasant sound, but I don’t understand what’s so funny. “A housekeeper? Dad certainly has a sense of humor,” he says, approaching me and slowly circling, scanning me from head to toe. “I thought you’d be wearing something a bit more... revealing. But whatever. You can start.” “Alright, where should I begin?” It doesn’t look dirty in here. Maybe I should start with the cooking. “You could start with a dance,” ...

“I have a proposal. You won’t have to work as a cook. Instead, you’ll have to become my wife. Formally. For a few months.” She stares at me, eyes wide, unable to believe her ears. “Why would you want that?” I shrug, but my voice remains steady. “Because my family is trying to manipulate me. They’ve already picked out a ‘bride’ for me. And I have no intention of marrying someone they chose. I want to focus on my business, not follow someone else's script. So, I need a girl. They want a daughter-in-law? Fine. I’ll get married, but on my terms. And in return, they’ll finally leave me in peace. I’ll pay you handsomely for this service. So, do we have a deal?”

"I want to make you an offer," Denis says suddenly. "What? Another tour?" I joke. "No. Be my wife," his expression is serious. I burst out laughing, looking into the tense eyes of my companion. "You're quite the joker, Denis." "I'm not joking," he furrows his dark brows. "Then your offer is completely out of place," I say, indignant, crossing my arms over my chest. "Wait, don’t jump to conclusions," he raises a hand. "Just hear me out. It’ll be a fake marriage. You’ll be my wife for a month, maybe two, and I’ll pay you a good sum for it." "And how much will you pay?" I ask with deep skepticism. "A hundred thousand." "Two hundred, and I’m in," I play along, curious to see how he’ll respond. "Deal," he says, sounding satisfied...

Solomiya: I have ten days to seduce him. If I fail… my family loses everything. This isn’t a game. It’s a sacrifice I have to make. I have no choice. Yuriy: All I want is ten days away from everything. That’s why I came to the Carpathians. Peace. Silence. But now this stubborn, irritating girl shows up out of nowhere. What does she want from me?

“So, Ira, there’s a delicate problem I need to talk about.” “I knew it!” I blurt out. “You’re definitely sick with something weird.” I’ve got two wishes — to smack Oles with a broom so he stops getting involved with innocent girls when he clearly has his own issues, and the other — to just break down and cry. “Did you know about Grandma?” His eyes go wide. “So you actually lured me here on purpose?” “What grandma?” The conversation suddenly feels like a farce. “Don’t mess with me! Did Grandma send you or not? Just be honest!” I silently place my hand on his forehead. He doesn’t feel like he has a fever. “Oles, I’m totally lost here,” I say. “Can you pretend to be my girlfriend tonight?”

He is rich and arrogant, desperate to make his ex jealous by finding a fake fiancée. She is heartbroken and fueled by a thirst for revenge, needing money for her sister’s urgent surgery. What will become of their deal when real feelings interfere? “I’m not getting involved in this shady business…” I say, my voice quiet but firm. “Shady business? Give me a break, Anna! Look, all you have to do is attend high-society events with me, sit in expensive restaurants, and I’ll even pay you for it. But if you’re not interested, you can go find another job.” Inside, I flare up with righteous indignation. He’d fire me? For what? What a jerk you are, "Dear" Anton! You want a fiancée? You’ll get one! My plan for a petty revenge just changed. I’ll infiltrate your home. I’ll find your secret, and I will

Cold. Ruthless. One of the most expensive lawyers in the country — and the kind who defends the worst of the worst. That’s the man everyone knows. But even someone like him has a weakness: the sister he lost in childhood. He poured in serious money and pulled every string to rescue her from the hands of a monster. It could have ended in a quiet family reunion… If not for one troubling question: Is she really the one he was looking for? Because what he feels — you don’t feel that for a sister. And what she feels — no one feels that for a brother…

Catalina knew alcohol was treacherous, but she never imagined it would lead her straight to the altar with him: Diego, her sworn enemy and rival for the dream position at the company. And of course, like any proper disaster, he hates her just as much as she hates him. The problem is that now they’re married, they work together, and neither of them plans to lose. Between shouting matches, ridiculous bets, and increasingly crazy strategies, what was supposed to be healthy competition has turned into an all-out war… with a vow included: the first one to ask for a divorce loses!

Both yearn and at the same time fear love, so that their families stop pressuring them to marry, they give in, but under an agreement that protects them so that neither of them is hurt, but coexistence and mutual support, in addition to the desire they have for each other, which they will try to resist so as not to break their agreement, but when desire and passion is stronger than them, their wills will only have to give in.

They meet at the gym: she's his new personal trainer, and he's her handsome-as-a-god, ridiculously demanding new client. But they're both leading double lives. She's also a teaching assistant at the local university, a job she keeps secret—and where she looks completely different. And he turns out to be the university's new Vice-Rector. So what's a girl to do when the man who flirts with her at the gym not only doesn't recognize her on campus but offers her a fake relationship to ward off other women?!..

Lizzy: The game is becoming more dangerous. If before I was only a pawn, now everything has changed. But will I be able to stay true to my love when I learn the whole truth about my past? Will I manage to preserve my feelings while my own demons are tearing me apart? David: I have become too human because of my feelings for this woman. “David Sorero cannot have weaknesses” — the one rule I broke, and it could have cost me my life. And now the distance between us is destroying everything that had just begun to grow before this game even started. Will we be able to endure the trial and save not only our lives, but our love as well?

On the outskirts of a small town, a barely alive girl is found. Her face is disfigured by terrible wounds, and she remembers nothing about herself. The disgraced Count Neley personally undertakes the investigation of this mysterious case, trying to discover who this unknown girl is. Circumstances force him to call the hideous girl, whose face is covered in scars, his favorite. But in just a few months, the Count is supposed to marry! His fiancée, upon learning of her fiancé’s new passion, rushes back from her planned journey… But the Count no longer wishes to marry, for he feels that the hideous and disfigured girl has captured his heart…

“What are you doing in my apartment?” he asked calmly. I froze. Dark sheets, gray wallpaper, a glass coffee table… This was definitely not my room. And across from me — a guy far too real and outrageously handsome. “Holy…!” I fell onto the pillow and buried myself under the covers. But only for a moment. I peeked out again, still refusing to believe this wasn’t a hallucination. My “dream” pushed off the doorframe and almost ceremoniously declared: “This isn’t me at your place — it’s you in my bed. Welcome to reality, baby.” The morning after the party became the start of a deal that would change everything. But does love ever play by the rules?

She needs a date for an important party. Who’s a better candidate than her best friend’s brother? And will they be able to go back to their usual lives afterwards?