I'm marrying my enemy. Fortunately, the arrangement has an expiration date.
Ten years ago, I set my roots in Manhattan. It's my home now. Until a careless oversight threatens my ability to stay in the country.
But my best friend comes up with a solution.
A marriage of convenience
. With her brother. And somehow she guilt-trips him into agreeing. Reluctantly.
So I swallow my pride and accept. It's only on paper, after all.
Which is a good thing because, while Caleb van den Linden's smile might disarm everyone, I know the sworn bachelor is an arrogant playboy.
I doubt I can keep my sanity once I become his wife. My
billionaire
husband
might be gorgeous, but he's never been my fairytale hero. The man is infuriating.
There is a strict expiration date on our arrangement, so I feel safe.
Until he demands more than I am willing to "pay" for my visa.