A fake marriage with the billionaire next door seems simple. What’s complicated is finding out I’m having his baby.
My inheritance comes with a cruel ultimatum – get a husband by my 25th birthday or lose everything.
Enter my billionaire next-door neighbor and (until now) strictly platonic best friend.
His solution: a temporary fake marriage.
I get my inheritance and he gets to feel like a hero. Perfect.
Except living under the same roof with those steely blue eyes and chiseled abs that melt panties is doing a number on our “just friends” policy.
