your_one_man

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?

My Instagram Girlfriend

As soon as the heavy doors of the Knight estate closed behind Nathaniel, Sophia let out a loud, exaggerated sigh and flopped back against the couch.

"Well, that was fun," she said with a smirk. "I swear, Nathaniel never disappoints. A fake girlfriend? That's peak desperation."

Alexander shot her a disapproving look. "This isn't a joke, Sophia. Our family's reputation is at stake. He thinks this is just another one of his publicity stunts, but if he fails, he'll drag us all down with him."

Sophia rolled her eyes and propped her feet up on the coffee table, earning a sharp glare from their mother. "Relax, Alex. This whole mess just makes our golden firstborn look even better by comparison. Father trusts you to clean up after Nathaniel, as usual."

Richard, who had been silent, finally looked up. "Speaking of which, Alexander, where is the quarterly report for the European sector? I expect you to have a full analysis prepared for tomorrow's board meeting."

Alexander straightened in his seat. "I've already reviewed the numbers, and I'll have the full report on your desk by the morning. We've made significant gains in the German and French markets, though there's some instability in the UK division. I'll propose a restructuring plan."

Richard nodded approvingly. "That's why you're the one I can rely on. Unlike your brother, you actually understand responsibility."

Sophia stifled a laugh. "Oof. Imagine being Nathaniel right now."

Eleanor sighed, sipping her tea. "Honestly, if this arrangement works, I don't see the harm in it. The girl is beautiful, and she has a strong social media presence. It might be exactly what Nathaniel needs."

Alexander, however, remained skeptical. "If he messes this up, it's going to be another disaster. And knowing Nathaniel, it's only a matter of time."

Nathaniel slid into the back of his sleek black luxury van, exhaling sharply as the tension from the family meeting lingered in his chest. The moment the door shut, Olivia, already seated with a tablet in hand, turned to him with her signature unimpressed expression.

"Tell me you didn't just promise your father you'd enter a serious relationship when you have the romantic consistency of a goldfish."

Nathaniel groaned and leaned back against the leather seat. "Nice to see you too, Olivia."

She ignored his sarcasm and tapped aggressively on her screen. "You realize you have to convince everyone that this is real, right? The press, the fans, the board members who already think you're a liability—"

"I get it," Nathaniel cut in. "I'm not an idiot."

Olivia raised a brow. "Debatable."

He shot her a glare, but she was unfazed.

"Anyway, I already reached out to Diana Reed's management," she continued. "We're setting up a meeting for you two tomorrow. You better be charming, or this whole plan is dead before it even starts."

Nathaniel smirked. "Oh, come on. When am I not charming?"

Olivia didn't even dignify that with a response. Instead, she sighed and clicked her pen against her tablet. "Just don't screw this up. You only have three months to make this work."

Nathaniel stared out the window as the city lights blurred past.

To prove to his father that he could pull this off.

Yeah. No pressure at all.

Chapter 4 – Date in the Making