Buying the Bride

He needs someone to be his fake bride. I need the money he's willing to pay.

It's a perfect fit. All I have to do is smile and pretend that I could ever fall in love with a cold, calculating man like him.

Everything was going as planned... until he walked in on me while I was trying on my wedding dress. That was the moment he looked at me with something different in his eyes. Something that said I was more than just a way for him to get his inheritance.

He shouldn't have kissed me.

I shouldn't have kissed him back. Definitely should NOT have slept with him.

Now, I can try to lie to his family... but I can't lie to myself.

The wedding is fake.

But my feelings for him aren't.