“Marry me or watch your company burn.” That’s how Axel Pierce—my biggest rival and brother’s best friend—proposed our fake engagement. Some call him a corporate shark.
I call him the devil in a three-piece suit. Too bad he kisses like an angel and touches me like he means it. Now every staged dinner feels like foreplay. Every public appearance tests our control.
And every night I’m left asking: Is this elaborate charade really about saving our companies… Or is there something else he’s trying to claim?
