Angol
I never imagined I'd agree to an arranged marriage for over 5 million dollars.
Not to mention that the man I'd be marrying is someone I'd already met once before.
Gage Kingston waltzes into the meeting with the lawyer unaffected-cocky, tattooed, and acting like he didn't know who I was.
But after we agree we'd be stupid to walk away from that kind of money, we embark on a six month timeline to riches despite the animosity between us.
Now I'm living with the man his aunt thought would be perfect for me while wondering if the woman was going insane before she died to think this was a good idea.
Then the first letter came.
Turns out Diane had a plan to get us to fall for each other while trying to make our marriage work.
Arguments turn to meaningful conversations.
Innocent brushes turn to lust-filled challenges.
And before I know it, we're crossing every line we drew in the sand.
Did Diane somehow know that we were meant for each other before we figure it out for ourselves?
Or was jumping into a marriage with a man I barely knew one of the worst mistakes of my life?
