Some girls get diamonds.
I got an arranged marriage to the Russian mafia’s grumpiest billionaire.
My parents call it an alliance.
Translation: I’m being traded to settle a debt.
I knew him from when we were young, but he’s changed.
Not just by getting way taller and filling out in all the right places.
But now his innocent teasing has turned to intense eye contact and filthy promises.
But it’s all fake.
Fake marriage, fake kisses, and fake feelings.
He was definitely not supposed to knock me up before the ink on our marriage contract dried.
And I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant with twins.
Or become the target in a murder plot so sinister that it transforms my fake husband into a protective beast.
And I definitely wasnt supposed to fall in love with him.
