MIKE I don’t believe in romance. I believe in efficiency and problem-solving. So agreeing to marry a princess I’ve never met isn’t impulsive—it’s practical. Except Evelyn is nothing like I expect.
She’s funny, down-to-earth, and completely unflappable. Gorgeous curves aside, she’s far too calm about marrying a stranger. I assume she’s adaptable. Tough. Ready for the reality of this marriage.
Turns out, she thinks it’s fake. By the time the truth comes out, it’s already too late. Because I didn’t marry a princess.
I married a civilian with a sharp wit, zero fear, and no intention of following my rules—and now I want the one woman I was never supposed to keep.
EVELYN I came to Las Vegas for an immersive murder-mystery game. So the bridal suite and wedding gown make sense. At first. My groom, Mike, is charming, intense, and ridiculously handsome.
He whisks me to a cute chapel, slips a stunning ring on my finger, and kisses me like he means it. WOWZA. Then reality hits. He thought he was marrying a princess. I thought it was all pretend.
Now I’m legally married to a man who thrives on control, treats emotions like a design flaw, and looks at me like I’m a problem he didn’t plan for—which is wildly inconvenient, because he might be the best decision I’ve ever accidentally made.
