jeonxkaya
"One year of marriage. Five years of pretending. And life time freedom."
It was supposed to be simple.
A contract.
A fake marriage.
A deal with an expiration date.
No love. No feelings. No questions asked.
She offered him a proposition that sounded easy enough-stay married for one year, keep the lie alive for five, and after that, walk away like none of it ever mattered.
Freedom for her.
Freedom for him.
No strings attached.
But deals like this never stay simple.
Because somewhere between stolen glances, forced smiles, hidden pain, and a marriage built on lies... the line between fake and real begins to blur.
And the most dangerous part?
They were never supposed to fall.
Not for each other.
Not at all.
: Is it you