Gambling on Gravity

I'm Orazia Fendrill, and I am entirely too nice for my own good. I assume that's how I ended up waking up dangling from a gravity-crystal chandelier in the most exclusive mansion in Obol, with zero memory of how I got there. Enter Chielro Dathisi: scandalous heir, notorious playboy, and the man who 'rescued' me. He proposed a fake romance to win an absurd, high-stakes bet against his insufferable rival friends, and because I'm a gullible idiot who believed his fake sob story, I agreed. Now I'm trapped in a satirical nightmare of high-society galas, venomous aristocrats, and double-crossing valets. But Chielro is terrible at being a heartless rake. Every time I offer him a sincere compliment, the untouchable heir turns beet-red and short-circuits. When my ridiculous glass heels shattered at the Starlight Gala, he didn't laugh; he scooped me into a bridal carry and glared daggers at anyone who dared look. And when a rival lord tries to court me, Chielro’s suave act vanishes into terrifying, unhinged possessiveness. But as a 'villainous' rebellion threatens to crash our floating city into the slums below, and a rogue attack leaves me bleeding, Chielro completely loses his mind in a panic. Will this petty wager cost us our hearts, or the very city we stand on?