Young Millionaire Hired Fake Girlfriend for a Family Event—He Never Thought He’d Want It to Be Real
The Proposition and Preparation
Wesland froze mid-step, the business card in her hand trembling slightly as she read the bold black letters once more.
Zaden Callaway.
The name alone sent a chill down her spine, though she wasn’t sure if it was from dread or curiosity.
She knew who he was; everyone did.
He was the young millionaire, the genius entrepreneur who had turned a small tech startup into a global powerhouse before he even hit thirty.
He was rich, powerful, and completely out of her league.
And now he was offering her a job.
It was not as a secretary, not as a consultant, nor anything remotely normal.
“Let me get this straight,” she said, looking up at the man himself.
He stood across from her in the quiet cafe, dressed in a sharp navy suit that probably cost more than her entire year’s rent.
His dark hair was effortlessly tousled, and his striking green eyes watched her carefully as if gauging her reaction.
“You want to hire me to be your fake girlfriend?”
Zaden exhaled, leaning back slightly.
“Yes.”
Wesland blinked.
“For what? Some weird publicity stunt?”
His jaw tensed, and for the first time, something flickered in his expression.
It was something almost vulnerable, but not quite.
“My family is hosting an event next weekend, a huge one,” he explained.
“My mother has made it her personal mission to see me married off to some socialite with an impressive last name. I need to redirect her attention.”
Wesland let out a short laugh.
“So let me guess. You parade me around, charm your family, and then what? We break up dramatically in a month?”
His lips twitched, but he remained serious.
“Something like that.”
She shook her head, still trying to process.
“Why me?”
“You work at the art gallery my mother donates to. I’ve seen you there,” he replied.
“You’re intelligent, well-spoken, and you don’t seem like the type to fawn over money.”
His gaze flickered over her, assessing her.
“You’re also beautiful, which helps.”
Her breath hitched slightly at the compliment, but she quickly masked it with a skeptical look.
“And what do I get out of this?”
His expression didn’t waver.
“$50,000.”
Wesland nearly dropped the coffee cup she had been holding.
“Fifty?” she coughed, trying to compose herself.
“Are—are you serious? One weekend? That’s all?”
He slid a sleek contract across the table.
“And of course, I’ll cover anything you need: dresses, jewelry, flights.”
Wesland stared at the paper, her mind racing.
Fifty thousand dollars. That kind of money could change her life.
It could pay off her student loans, help her sick father, and finally give her some breathing room.
But playing pretend with Zaden Callaway?
She glanced up at him.
He was watching her with a quiet intensity, his confidence unwavering.
He knew she would say yes.
And he was right.
She picked up the pen with slightly shaky fingers.
“All right, Mr. Callaway. You’ve got yourself a fake girlfriend.”
The next few days felt like a whirlwind.
Zaden wasted no time in preparing her for the role.
He sent stylists, personal shoppers, and even a private etiquette coach to ensure she could fit seamlessly into his world.
