I ran from the altar and straight into a one-night stand with a possessive silver fox billionaire.
Monday morning, I realize the stranger is my new boss.

Griffin Calloway doesn't just want an assistant. He needs a fake wife to secure his partnership.
He slides a contract across the Five million dollars. Three years. Strictly business.
Except for one non-negotiable The Wife Clause.

To keep up appearances, we must share a bed every single night.

I sign it because I am desperate.
I didn't plan on my body betraying me every time he touches me.
And I certainly didn't plan on the morning-after pill failing.

Now I’m trapped in a fake marriage, sleeping next to the enemy, and hiding a secret that breaks every

I’m pregnant with my fake husband’s real baby.
And when he finds out, the contract is going to be the least of my problems.