Mr Cross Contract Chef
Sienna was catering Nathaniel's event when his fiancée threw the ring in his face and walked out. In front of two hundred people. In front of a five-hundred-million-dollar deal. Nathaniel did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed the caterer's hand and called her his girlfriend. Sienna Moretti needed five thousand dollars to save her dead father's restaurant. Nathaniel Cross needed a stable image to save his empire. Six months, five hundred thousand dollars, one rule: keep it fake. Simple. Except nothing stays fake when you live together, fight together, and survive together. Not the jealous ex. Not the scheming cousin. Not the babies born too early fighting to breathe. Not the love that was never supposed to exist. They built something real from something fake. But the lie at the beginning never disappears. It just waits. And someone has been waiting with it.