The mother of all inheritances has just been left to me, Unfortunately, it comes with some pretty specific conditions attached. I need a bride that fits the bill, and fast! Just weeks to unlock my inheritance or face being forced out of the very company I built I need to find the woman befitting my grandfather’s conditions: A beautiful, smart, single academic, with the PhD to prove it. Almost as if fate itself contrived it, I run into her – Brooke Malone – and immediately set to convincing the fairy-tale expert that I’m her very own Prince Charming Her acceptance of my proposal is the key to everything I’ve ever wanted, I know it’s just a means to an end; that money is so close I can almost taste it. So why does it feel so… wrong? Is this the beginning of a very fruitful marriage of convenience? Or the foundation of a modern fairy tale that’s all our own?