I ran from the altar and straight into a one-night stand with a possessive silver fox billionaire. Monday morning, I realize the stranger is my new boss. Griffin Calloway doesn't just want an assistant. He needs a fake wife to secure his partnership. He slides a contract across the Five million dollars. Three years. Strictly business. Except for one non-negotiable The Wife Clause. To keep up appearances, we must share a bed every single night. I sign it because I am desperate. I didn't plan on my body betraying me every time he touches me. And I certainly didn't plan on the morning-after pill failing. Now I’m trapped in a fake marriage, sleeping next to the enemy, and hiding a secret that breaks every I’m pregnant with my fake husband’s real baby. And when he finds out, the contract is going to be the least of my problems.