What do a billionaire playboy and a kind-hearted social worker have in common?
They are unwillingly husband and wife.
Benjamin Radcliff is the catch of the century.
Filthy Rich. Deliciously handsome. And I've hated him since we were children.
It all started once upon a time when a servant's child clashed with a beautiful little billionaire prince.
I didn't mean to make his childhood hell. (Really).
I did mean to blame him for his part in it. (It takes two to tango).
And I absolutely didn't want to be the reason why my family might face financial ruin and homelessness as payback.
So, when Benjamin Radcliff sends for me to meet in private, I thought I'm done and over with. Nobody crosses the bossy lothario dressed in hand-tailored suits. Especially not the girl who dared to defy him before. Even if that was ages ago.
I expected the fiery fight as soon as the door closed behind me.
I also expected that burning heat that I always feel when he looks at me with those deep brown eyes.
What I didn't expect was his proposal to marry him.
With all the money he offers me and that devilishly attractive grin he is so famous for, how could I possibly refuse?
We vowed we wouldn't touch.
We said no strings attached.
But all is fair in love and war.