Secrets. Lies. Betrayal. Mine and Sebastian’s relationship wasn’t built on the foundation of trust. It was built over war. A ruthless war that exposed who we really were.

Enemies. Imposters. And Lovers. Sebastian and I would never be friends—not after what we did. But we could pretend—especially for the million-dollar prize—in a cutthroat film competition that would set our careers in motion.

We needed this win to fix our reputations. But that’s not what happened. They say money ruins relationships. I disagree. Love is the ultimate destroyer. Love ruined us. Love made us pretenders.