I need a wife. Now.
It doesn’t have to do with love and living the good life. This is all about getting the money my billionaire father left to me.
And I’m running out of time.
But who proposes to a stranger after the first date?
Me. That’s who. As if I have another choice.
Luck is on my side though, and a beautiful model shows up in my office.
Single? Gorgeous? Funny? All of the above.
Our first date goes so well that I feel unsure about my decision to do this thing with her—you know, fake it. I put it off and decide to do it later, to ask for her help after we get to know each other better.
But I like her more and more each time we meet, and eventually, offering her a ring isn’t for my dad’s money—it’s because I want her more than anything else in the world.
Besides, who’s going to know if it’s fake or real? And does it really matter?
Yeah. It does.