The Contract Bride
Juniper Marlow
I was just a waitress working double shifts to pay for my sister-in-law's cancer treatment, until that brooding businessman Marcus Blackwood walked into my diner—or rather, until his eight-year-old son Tommy accidentally spilled orange juice all over me, and I didn't lose my temper.
The next day, an expensive lawyer knocked on my door: "Mr. Blackwood needs a wife. You need money. This is a mutually beneficial arrangement."
$850,000. A 24-month marriage contract.
My job seemed simple: live in his...
The next day, an expensive lawyer knocked on my door: "Mr. Blackwood needs a wife. You need money. This is a mutually beneficial arrangement."
$850,000. A 24-month marriage contract.
My job seemed simple: live in his...