This wedding is fake.
The man on the altar doesn’t love me.
The people in the pews don’t care about me.
But as I walk down the aisle, bouquet in hand, bridal march playing, I try to convince myself this is real.
This is my happily ever after.
Maybe if I say it enough, it will start to feel true.

But let’s be real: my happiness doesn’t matter.
I’m in this fake marriage for one reason and one reason only:
To keep my sick daughter enrolled in the medical study that’s saving her life.
Without Adrik Tasarov, I’ll lose her.

So until his dear old daddy kicks the bucket, I’m stuck in this loveless marriage.
That’s the deal.
It won’t be long.
Then Isabella and I can finally start a life of our own, free of the evil men who keep trying to control us.

At least, that’s what I thought would happen.
But like all plans made under duress, it fell apart at the first obstacle.

I didn’t just fall for my fake husband.
I didn’t just sleep with my fake husband.
No, I had to go all the way…
And get pregnant with my fake husband’s baby.