The Fiancé for Hire

When a fiancé bought out of desperation starts to feel like the one thing money was never supposed to be able to buy. Diana Thompson has spent her whole life being a very expensive asset. Heiress, daughter, almost-wife-to-be - every version of her comes pre-approved by her parents and priced accordingly. So when she finally refuses to be sold off in yet another "merger" disguised as a marriage, she does the only thing a Thompson knows how to do under pressure: she makes a deal.
She just needs a fiancé. A convincing one. Someone her parents will believe is a catch, at least long enough for her to buy herself some room to breathe - and some leverage of her own. Enter Henry: homeless, unbothered by wealth, and utterly unimpressed by Diana's money, her name, or her crisis. Which is, infuriatingly, exactly why he's perfect for the job. What starts as a business transaction - new clothes, a rehearsed backstory, and a very generous fee - should be simple.
Strictly professional. Purely for show. Except Henry keeps doing the one thing no one in Diana's life has ever done: he actually sees her. And the more time she spends pretending to be in love with a man who owns nothing, the more she starts to suspect that everything she thought she wanted never had a price tag on it at all. But Henry is hiding something too - and when the truth comes out, Diana will have to decide what she's really willing to pay for love, and what it costs to finally stop performing and start living.