When my former boss—a man known as a cold, heartless, billionaire—proposes to me, I think he must be joking.
Except I know Graham Mackenzie well enough to know he doesnt joke.
Hes brooding, keenly intelligent, and fifteen years older than me. And the deal hes offeringis no laughing matter.
I need money to save a chateau and fulfill a promise to my great-aunt, and he needs a wife.
After two years, if we can pull this off, well go our separate ways.
Its supposed to be a business agreement—nothing more. But the longer we pretend, the more I feel like I see the real Graham. And I find myself wishing for something real.
A marriage of convenience seemed like the perfect solution. At least until I started developing real feelings for my fake husband.
