hes she didn't ask for. The walk-in closet in her room looked like a boutique-racks

cked f

for by

the door. It opened

un and clipboard, entered the room. "I'm Mr. Kane'

d. "Public

now. You'll attend fundraisers, press events, charit

t a fake marriage. It's a per

ontinued. "Mr. Kane will expect you to attend and

s stung. He doesn't care

Ava said

s. It's a profile of his business, family,

Favorite wine? Bordeaux. Favorite vacat

l. No warmth. No real emotion. Just

-

ning, Alexande

watching a cooking show. He didn't say anything as he pass

, she stood an

stant today," sh

ed, pouring whis

to act like your perfect wife," she added,

to face her. "Do you h

, gave me rules, and expect me to smile like

ed. "No. You'r

p. Not because they were cru

ct like you're the only one giving up somethi

, then set the glass down, untou

ned and walked out of the room, slammi

losed door, s

plan