I was supposed to be a silent, beautiful object. I saw the man behind the god.

His will requires marriage. I'm the one woman in Manhattan who hates him enough.

I need half a million to save my brother. He needs a wife for one year.

He bet he could make any woman fall for him in thirty days. They chose me.

His plane crashed in my wilderness. I hate billionaires. He might be the exception.

I loved him when he had nothing. He left to chase his dreams. Now he's back.

I came to save his daughter. I wasn't supposed to save him too.

One week pretending to be his fiancée. It wasn't supposed to feel real.

He caught me stealing. One year of servitude—or prison. I took the deal.

Two billion dollars. One year married to the man I hate. Neither of us will survive.