Prologue:“I want you to be my wife.” He said. I felt a squeeze in my chest; something I’ve not felt in a long time. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Be his wife? I thought I did not hear correctly, but he repeated it. “Wife?” I retorted, perplexity visible on my face. This is a stranger I just hooked up with. I know little to nothing about him. I knew he was playing some kind of trick on me, but I wasn’t in for any of that this evening. I took my bag and reached for the door, my hands held against the knob. I was about to open the door of the car when I heard him say, "I'll pay you handsomely." I turned to him only to see him wearing his gritty smile. Who the hell does this guy, Jaxon Steele, think Ivy Summers is? "Look," he said. "I need a wife to become the CEO of my father's company. My stepmother, Mary Steele, gave me a condition. Get a wife in the next thirty days or forfeit being CEO. Don't worry, this is going to be a contract marriage. We can divorce after a while." I was going to insult him but then I thought to myself, "I need money to further my art career. Would being a contract wife and getting paid for it be such a bad thing?"