Jane and Eric de Vries.

Often enemies. Sometimes lovers. Husband and wife. Or are we?

I wore clothes. We said the vows. And in some way it became a lot more than only a stunt to get his billions. A guarantee bound by like, not hate. Until he humiliated me before all of New York and disappeared.

Right now my errant spouse has returned, and it’s really like I by no means been around. Except when he looks at me like he really wants to rip my outfit from my body. Something’s keeping him back again. And I won’t rest until I discover its trigger.

See, this crazy heir is going to find out: karma’s a fickle mistress. My weapons? Batting eyelashes, high heels, and that reddish colored lipstick he can’t withstand. I’ll breakdown his mask, over time. And I’ll make him purchase what he did. I just need to keep my heart in check while I do it.

Contains mature themes.