My Fake Boyfriend Is The Real Boss

Author: A Miao

Chapter 1

Word Count: 724 | Released on: 12/06/2026

going to break up with h

my mid-year bonus. You know I need

The air left her lungs in a violent rush. Her hand flew to the wall to steady herself,

hand, she shove

iverse violen

, tangled together on the very bed she and Kevin shared. The sheets were twisted around their half-

panied by a wave of dizziness so severe she dug

ld this

ieth birthday. She had skipped her late-night faculty meeting, tiptoed into their apartment with a chocolate salted caramel cake-his absolute favorite-and a hear

And then, the red stilettos half-tucked under the entryway console. Shoes she had r

me of friendship. Both slau

and cold. The love, the anticipation-it all curdled into a thick, icy s

art at the sudden intrusion, their fa

thetic shield. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. His

ing. Within seconds, it was replaced by a flicker of som

their bare skin. It moved from Natalie's defiant face to Kevin's

hday, Kevin

iced through the heavy silence of the room with

f she'd screamed

of blonde hair from her face, leaning back against the headboard as if she were

Since you're here, I guess we don't have to hide it anymore." She

of a glance. Her eyes remained fixed on Kev

l just over her shoulder, his jaw working nervously. Unde

umbled, the words thick and clum

confirmation that turned her enti

or was it a scream. It was a soft, humorless puff

head held high, as she walked out of the bedroom, leaving the wrecka

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A Miao Romance

“I spent two years being the perfect girlfriend. Baking birthday cakes. Planning surprise parties. Never asking too many questions-until I walked in on my boyfriend Kevin and my best friend Natalie in my bed. No tears. No screaming. Just the cold clatter of my keys hitting the floor and the final swipe of my thumb erasing him from my life forever. I drove through the rain with nowhere to go-until a man stumbled out of the darkness and into my headlights. Andrew Espinoza was soaked, broke, and homeless. The heir to a billion-dollar empire, disowned by his father for refusing an arranged marriage. He had nothing but the wet suit on his back and a dead phone in his pocket. I should have driven away. Instead, I shoved two hundred dollars into his hand and told him to get in. Now he's sleeping on my couch, wearing my dad's pajamas, pretending to be my boyfriend for my nosy mother. It's a simple arrangement: I pay him. He plays the part. He gets a roof over his head. No questions. No feelings. Strictly business. But the man who grew up with silver spoons doesn't know how to boil water. And I, fresh off a two-year lie, don't know how to trust again. When Andrew looks at me with those dark, unreadable eyes-when he steps between me and the wreckage of my old life without hesitation-I start to wonder: Is he still acting? Or is the line between fake and real starting to blur? "I'd marry her tomorrow. But a decision that important... I'm leaving it entirely up to Alexis." He said that to my mom. I felt it in my chest.”