I thought I was trying out to be the Zoric's newest model, but Luka was auditioning wives. The last time I saw Luka Zoric, he left me stranded in his bed. This time, I'm the one holding the cards. He needs a bride, some good PR to redeem his playboy image. All I need is a contract to set my plan in motion. And a ring. The sham arrangement fits right into my agenda. I wasn’t expecting to feel something for my fake husband. But maybe I'm getting sick of pretending. Maybe I want to find something real. And just maybe, Luka does too. I hope so. Because if he finds out what I've done, this sham falls into shambles. And I'm starting to think my heart will, too.