Nadia Osei had one plan: marry a broke, forgettable nobody, parade him in front of her cheating ex and the stepsister who stole him, and finally get the revenge she’d been rehearsing in her head for months. Her best friend even lined up the perfect candidate, a struggling model meeting her at a diner downtown, cheap ring already picked out.
She proposed to the wrong man.
The stranger sitting in the booth was not broke. He was not forgettable. He was staggeringly, inconveniently gorgeous, and said yes before she’d even finished getting the words out.
They were married by sundown.
It took Nadia considerably longer to learn his name: Maxwell Ashcroft, reclusive billionaire, the kind of cold, controlled man whose name alone made grown executives nervous. Why a man like that agreed to marry a stranger on a dare, she has no idea. Why his eyes warm every time they land on her, she has even less of one.
Is he humoring her. Is he protecting her from something she doesn’t understand yet. Is this an elaborate game with rules only he knows, or is Maxwell Ashcroft, against every instinct he’s spent years perfecting, actually falling for the woman who married him by accident.
Nadia came into this marriage looking for revenge. She didn’t expect to find a husband who makes her forget she was ever angry at anyone else at all, or a desire for him she can’t explain away as part of the plan.