I’m marrying my enemy. Fortunately, the arrangement has an expiration date. Ten years ago, I set my roots in Manhattan. It’s my home now. Until a careless oversight threatens my ability to stay in the country. But my best friend comes up with a solution. A marriage of convenience. With her brother. And somehow she guilt-trips him into agreeing. Reluctantly. So I swallow my pride and accept. It’s only on paper, after all. Which is a good thing because, while Caleb van den Linden’s smile might disarm everyone, I know the sworn bachelor is an arrogant playboy. I doubt I can keep my sanity once I become his wife. My billionaire husband might be gorgeous, but he’s never been my fairytale hero. The man is infuriating. There is a strict expiration date on our arrangement, so I feel safe. Until he demands more than I am willing to “pay” for my visa.

In the headlines, he’s my husband. In private, he’s my nemesis. I used to have it all: the fame, the fortune, the freedom. Until it all came crashing down. Betrayed by those I trusted and burned out, I return to New York, hoping for a fresh start. My trust fund will help me with that. One issue: I need to marry to access it. Enter Cormac Quinn. A powerful billionaire. My brother’s enemy. A man as ruthless as he’s gorgeous. Imagine my disdain when I walk blindly into a meeting to arrange my fake marriage and the devil himself stares at me. His intense gaze holds mine. That look has women worshiping at his feet. Well, I’m not one of them. I don’t want his eyes on me. I don’t want his money. I don’t want his attention. I only need him to gain my financial freedom. And the minute I’ll have it, I’m done with this (in)convenient marriage. I would only pose as his wife for a few months. I can even have fun with it. At his expense. But the man is set on owning me, on controlling me. Everybody is just a pawn in Cormac Quinn’s game. And I have just become one.