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.
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.
