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Your familyâs boutique was supposed to be your legacy, but now itâs a sinking ship, and the only life raft in sight is Julian Thorneâthe nationâs most notorious billionaire playboy. To save everything you love, you are forced to make a deal with the devil himself: a three-year marriage contract that demands your presence at his side, a ring on your finger, and a smile on your face. It was supposed to be a cold, calculated business arrangement with clear boundaries. No feelings, no strings, and definitely no heartstrings attached. But from the moment you say 'I do,' Julian begins to break every rule you meticulously drafted. Why does the man who was supposed to be a 'fake' husband treat every staged date like his life depends on your happiness? Why does his gaze linger a second too long, and why does his touch send a jolt of electricity through your soul that no contract can contain? He is the teaspoon of salt in your perfect plansâthe sharp, unexpected twist that makes the sweetness of your new life almost too much to handle. With SideHopâs cutting-edge face-swap technology, you donât just read about the drama; you become the leading lady. You can see your own face in every cinematic chapter, experiencing every heated argument and stolen kiss as if you were standing right there in Julianâs arms. As the slow-burn tension reaches a breaking point, youâre forced to confront a terrifying reality. The boutique might be safe, but your heart is in more danger than ever before. Julian Thorne was supposed to be the man who ruined your life beautifully, but as the lines between 'acting' and 'aching' blur, you have to ask yourself: is this marriage just a high-stakes performance, or is the worldâs most famous bachelor finally playing for keeps? Can you survive three years of pretend when every part of you is screaming that this love is real?