I promised my brother I would avoid trouble. Until I see her. My sworn rival’s daughter. The woman I’m going to make my bride. Rule #1: Don’t break the furniture. Rule #2: Do not insult the guests. Rule #3: Don’t f**k someone else’s wife in a restroom. Too bad I’m no good at following rules. I know I made a promise, but I’m goodat breaking promises. My billionaire half-brother should have known better. Until I see her again. Buttercup. The only daughter of my worst enemy. I’ll stop at nothing to make her mine. So I set an elaborate trap. A poker game. What could go wrong? Better yet, what could go right? If I lose, my enemy might just off me for what I’m trying to win. And if I win… I get her. Emma. My bride to be. Because there’s no way I’ll lose. I’m going to own her.