Eric de Vries.

Looks like thousands. Value billions. A body like the David with a mind to complement. Unfortunately because of this wayward heir, to keep his cash, he needs a wife. And of all ladies in the world, he selects me.

Too awful I’ve hated him for five years, since he took almost all my tears and tossed me apart. The guy slept his way through half of New England and discarded women like hotel toiletries. Been there. Done that.

Still . what can you do for twenty million dollars? Would you wear the dress? Fake a smile for the man who broke your center? Or could you run far, far away?

Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’ll find you on the church.

Contains mature themes.