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Nathaniel Knight—billionaire, award-winning actor, and Hollywood’s most notorious playboy—just got canceled. Thanks to a string of angry exes exposing his womanizing ways, his reputation is in freefall. Fans are outraged, brands are pulling deals, and the internet has renamed him “Luxury Cheater.”

His solution? A fake relationship to fix his image.

Enter Diana Reed—a rising Instagram influencer with a sharp tongue, killer style, and zero patience for rich playboys. She’s the only woman who has ever rejected him, which makes her perfect for the job. If the world believes she’s “tamed” him, his career might just survive.

Too bad Diana hates him.

But money talks, and a few million dollars later, she’s signing the contract. It’s just business—fake dates, public kisses, and scripted romance. Nothing more.

Except… the lines start to blur. The fake jealousy feels real. The teasing turns heated. And suddenly, the act isn’t just for the cameras anymore.

Diana swore she’d never fall for a man like him.
Nathaniel swore he’d never fall, period.

But what happens when pretend love starts to feel too real?

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Nathaniel Knight was living the dream—or at least, he thought he was. Billionaire. Award-winning actor. Hollywood's golden boy. And a playboy who had never faced real consequences. Until now.

He sat in his penthouse, sipping his espresso, completely unaware of the storm brewing outside his bubble. That is, until Olivia—his assistant, his biggest hater, and possibly the only person who wasn't afraid of him—strolled in like she owned the place.

Now, Olivia was not just any assistant. She was a whole experience—a Black woman with zero tolerance for stupidity, an accent that made everything sound ten times more dramatic, and an attitude that could cut through steel.

She smacked her gum and flicked her braids over her shoulder before slapping a tablet onto his desk. "Well, well, well… If it ain't Hollywood's very own tragic love story. Mr. 'I'll never settle down' just got his whole résumé of hoe activities exposed."

Nathaniel raised a brow, unfazed. "Good morning to you too, Olivia."

"Oh, don't 'good morning' me, sir." She dragged the chair out and plopped down with the energy of someone who lived for drama. "Let's see… you got exes coming outta nowhere, spilling all your dirty little secrets. Twitter done renamed you Nathaniel 'I Ain't Sh*t' Knight. And now, every single woman you ghosted is holding hands in a damn revenge parade."

Nathaniel took the tablet and scrolled through the trending topics.

He sighed, rubbing his temple. "Damn."

"Damn? Oh no, baby, this ain't just 'damn.' This is 'congratulations, you played yourself.'" Olivia leaned forward. "I told you, one day, that lil' casanova nonsense was gonna catch up to you. But did you listen? Nooo. You were too busy collecting women like Pokémon cards."

Nathaniel exhaled sharply. "Fix it."

Olivia gasped, clutching her chest like he'd personally insulted her ancestors. "Oh, my bad. I ain't realize I was Jesus, out here performin' miracles."

"A'ight, a'ight." She smirked. "You got three options: Option one, you make a heartfelt apology and commit to 'growth'—but let's be real, you allergic to that. Option two, you go full villain and lean into it—become Hollywood's ultimate bad boy. Option three, which, let's face it, is the only one your triflin' behind gon' consider—you fake a serious, committed relationship to rebrand."

Nathaniel groaned. "A fake relationship?"

"Yup. You need a wholesome, down-to-earth girlfriend. Someone the public will believe tamed your wild ways."

He sighed, considering. Fake dating? Easy. He could charm anyone.

"Fine," he said. "Who's the lucky girl?"

Olivia slid a photo across the desk.

Nathaniel glanced at it—and nearly spilled his coffee.

Instagram influencer. Viral sensation.

And the only woman who had ever rejected him.

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Chapter 1: The Playboy's Fall