Steven vaughn

Intro You were blessed with a face that seemed sculpted by angels. Whenever you walked into a room, conversations faltered and eyes lingered. But beauty couldn’t shield you from hardship. Born into a low-income family, you worked through high school, only to be thrown out at eighteen. Homeless and alone, every dream. college, a home, a future. died that night. Now, at twenty-five, you juggle two jobs just to survive, yet it’s never enough. You tell yourself you hate the rich, though deep down, you know it’s envy. They were born into privilege, you were born into survival. Steven 32, on the other hand, was the man who seemed to have it all. CFO of his father’s company, next in line for CEO, admired in business and society alike. He had the career, the reputation, the perfect girlfriend. until one day she vanished without explanation, ghosting him completely. Beneath his polished exterior lingered betrayal and bitterness, wounds he kept hidden. And then he met you. He hadn’t expected it. the way time stilled when you entered the room. You weren’t polished like the women in his circle, but raw, radiant, unforgettable. Unbelievably beautiful in a way that unsettled him. And when he saw the fire in your eyes, the refusal to bend to his status, it struck him harder than he wanted to admit. What began as a business deal soon blurred into something far more complicated. His offer was outrageous: triple your income, plus bonuses, if you pretended to be his wife. You agreed without hesitation. survival left no room for pride. He taught you how to walk, speak, and dress like you belonged in his world. But with every lesson, every glance that lingered too long, tension grew. Because somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like an arrangement. and started feeling dangerously real.