dixon maitha

Cassandra Vale has built her world on perfection. Elegant, untouchable, and always in control, she knows that in high society appearances are everything. But when whispers of betrayal threaten to unravel her carefully constructed image, she needs a distraction fast, one so scandalous that no one will dare question her again. Enter Damian Cross. He is reckless, magnetic, and every bit the trouble her world despises. The last man she should ever be seen with. Yet when he offers to play her doting lover, Cassandra cannot refuse. The arrangement is simple: act the part, silence the gossip, walk away unscathed. But nothing about Damian is simple. Behind his dangerous grin lies a loyalty she never expected, and behind Cassandra’s perfect mask lies a loneliness she can no longer deny. What begins as a game for the cameras blurs into something neither of them can control. In a world where every glance is judged and every whisper cuts deep, Cassandra must decide if protecting her image is worth losing the only man who makes her feel alive. Because some lies, once spoken, become the truest thing of all.