Sure he’s a billionaire. Sure he’s tall, dark, and handsome to the extreme. But he’s much more crabby, frigid, and a regular storm cloud. And yes, he’s my new fake fiancé. The rumor is true, yet if asked, I’ll deny it. I am indeed marrying Achilles Lord for the money. Shocking, I know. And yes, I’m an heiress. Newsflash. Not all heiresses are rich and fabulous.