Declan Hardy, heart-throb and retired billionaire, is my complete opposite. He’s commanding: I’m cooperative. He’s loud when I stay quiet. All we have in common is that both our names are on my father’s will. He’ll inherit an empire and I’ll keep the one thing I hold dear. But there’s a catch: I have to marry him, or at least, pretend to. One year of fake marriage. One year of living together. But it’s not that simple. Especially when I can’t tell if his kisses are fake and if I’m really still pretending when I kiss him back. There’s a fine line between commitment and betrayal and neither of us knows where it falls. Declan and I would never work for real, or would we?
