When an old scandal resurfaced and put Wes Winters's hard-won reputation at risk, his publicist decided a wedding planner with a flawless record was the perfect fix.
I barely knew Deep Cove's millionaire pilot, yet I still agreed to a fake marriage because the contract would cover my dad's medical bills.
All we had to do was look like devoted newlyweds for a year until the gossip faded.
Instead I got a guarded husband who goes quiet for hours, then kisses me in public and claims me like the arrangement is real.
Sharing a house with him was supposed to stay simple, but the pull between us keeps rewriting the rules we agreed to.
