He doesn't care what I say, he's marrying me It was supposed to be a hookup. That was all. But when you accidentally sleep with someone like Abell Birch, notorious billionaire player... Walking away isn't easy. He's perfectly gorgeous, perfectly filthy. Tattoos cover every inch of his muscles, his eyes can burn right through you, and his lips know just where to kiss. A real complete package. The exact kind of manwhore I hate. So when my parents pulled out that marriage contract, I thought they were joking. Marry him? I don't care how loud he made me beg that one night we spent together. I never want to see his sinful smile again. But if I don't marry him, I'll lose my company. I'll lose... everything. It's pure blackmail. Either way, he doesn't care what I want. Because he plans to put that ring on my finger... To make me belong to him... No matter what I say.