Off-Limits Billionaire Fiance
I knew my ex-boyfriend’s brother was off-limits.
Now I’m stuck pretending to be this damaged billionaire’s fake fiancée.
Avoiding Christian Sanchester was so much simpler before I came back to Miami.
Fake-dating the groom’s best man for a month without falling in love? Easiest bet I ever won.
Or it would’ve been — if his mother hadn’t told everyone we’re engaged.
Behind the scenes, his jealous outbursts have us at each other’s throats 24/7.
Broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw can’t make up for his possessive streak, but I’d be kidding myself if I said he wasn’t . . . tantalizing.
Now we’re trapped together in this lie until he finds a way to break the news to his family, but that’s not the worst part.
The worst part is knowing it has to end.
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