Hollywood's golden boy just threw me over his shoulder and ran from the cameras.
The problem?
He's my distant second cousin-the man who ghosted me for eight years.
Julian needs an engagement by one o'clock or his career gets frozen.
I'm a single mom with a Silver Lake empire and zero room for celebrity disasters.
So of course I wear the ring for seven days.
One fortress.
One engagement built for cameras.
One rule: don't confuse the performance with the man.
Then he starts touching me when nobody's watching.
He remembers who I was before I learned to save myself.
And every staged kiss gets harder to take back.
When the cameras come for my child, Julian wants us out.
I want the future he keeps trying to protect me from.
The danger isn't getting caught in the lie.
It's what happens when the cameras stop-and I still want him.
