Six Months to Marry My Enemy
When my father’s will says I lose the family publishing empire unless I marry in six months, the only man who can save me is Nathaniel Fairchild—the ruthless agent who’s spent years tearing my dad’s legacy apart and once called me a spoiled princess playing editor. I offer him controlling interest in our crown-jewel imprint if he’ll pretend to be my devoted husband for a year. What starts as a cold contract—shared penthouse, fake kisses for the cameras, lies for the board—turns dangerous the moment his hand lingers on my waist and his piercing gaze sees every secret I’ve hidden. Now I’m falling for the last man I should, and the closer we get, the more I realize neither of us is who we pretended to be.
Chapters
The lawyer's voice droned on in the woodpaneled conference room that still carried the faint bite of her father's cigars. Cecilia Lattimore sat ramrod straight in the leather chair, twisting her mothe...
Read more →The penthouse door clicked shut behind them. Cecilia stood in the marble foyer, her two suitcases looking absurdly small against the stark white walls and floortoceiling windows that framed a glitteri...
Read more →The penthouse kitchen still smelled of Elena's cigarette smoke and the faint char of the forgotten takeout they'd abandoned. Cecilia stood at the marble island, twisting her mother's vintage sapphire...
Read more →The penthouse smelled of scorched sugar. Cecilia stood at the marble island at two in the morning, staring at the tray of ruined chocolate chip cookies she'd pulled from the oven ten minutes too late....
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