At our rehearsal dinner, my fiancé’s “girl best friend” hijacked our toast, and he told me to smile through it. With a twenty-sixth-birthday deadline to claim my grandmother’s empire, I took off my veil and walked into the arms of Julian Mercer. We signed a contract to save my inheritance, but when my ex and his friend launch a vicious smear campaign to tear us apart, one question remains: Did Julian marry me to help me win my war, or has this whole arrangement been his plan all along?
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