The final ingredient to finding true love is one teaspoon of lies. **** On her 18th birthday, Elspeth's world was shattered after a one-night stand left her pregnant. The child's father, Alan, betrayed her by revealing his alliance with her scheming half-sister, Heather, who aimed to steal Elspeth's position as heiress. To protect their family’s reputation, her parents sent her away in disgrace. Years later, Elspeth returns, determined to reclaim her place and exact revenge on those who wronged her. But her family’s pressure to marry complicates things. Desperate to dodge a blind date, she impulsively kisses Castiel Stepanov, her daughter's teacher, using him as a convenient escape. When a key investor insists on meeting her husband, Elspeth sees an opportunity and proposes a fake marriage to Castiel. Castiel, a powerful Russian business mogul and part-time elementary teacher, has his own hidden agenda. Traumatized by witnessing the murder of his family, Castiel’s life has been driven by the desire for revenge. Unbeknownst to Elspeth, her father is responsible for the tragedy that destroyed his family. Eager to destroy Elspeth's life, Castiel agrees to the sham marriage, intent on ruining her and her father. As their fake marriage progresses, hidden truths and deep-seated wounds begin to surface. Can Elspeth balance her desire for vengeance with her need to protect her heart, her daughter, and her empire? And will Castiel follow through with his plan for revenge, or will love and the weight of the past consume them both? _______ TROPES: One night stand. Pregnancy. Contract/Fake Marriage. Win her back. Betrayal x Revenge Family. First person (dual perspectives) ______ IG: @ebynamani TT: @eby.namani
Song Rec'd: Cardigan — Taylor Swift.
Love Is Going To Kill Us — David Kushner (I seriously love every song on The Dichotomy)
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"I think it's for an upcoming event or something. We only send letters like that," he explains, and I let out a sigh, praying that all is well.
I finish up with Castiel's hair and check the cabinet for a fresh pack of black satin hair bonnets while he gazes at himself in the mirror, using his fingers to play with his curls.
"I'm not wearing that," he frowns as I pull one out of the pack.
"I'm not asking," I retort, frowning back as I open the bonnet. He reluctantly leans forward, and I slip it on, adjusting the elastic band afterward.
I clasp my hands together, smiling at my handiwork. "You look adorable!" I squeal in utter admiration.