The champagne was a mistake.
The red dress was a mistake.
Walking into my ex’s engagement party was the biggest mistake of all.
I needed a drink. Two drinks. Ten drinks.
That’s when I saw him.
Tall. Black suit. Eyes that could cut glass. The kind of man who doesn’t ask, he takes.
“Who are you?” His voice was low, dangerous.
“No one,” I lied.
“Good,” he smirked. “No one can watch us then.”
One night. That’s all it was supposed to be.
We drank. We fought. We burned.
And by 3am, we were married in Vegas by a drunk Elvis impersonator.
I woke up with a diamond ring on my finger and a marriage certificate on the nightstand.
And a note in handwriting that made my stomach drop:
`Congratulations, Mrs. Cole. You’re mine for the next 365 days. - Adrian`
Adrian Cole.
The ruthless billionaire CEO who destroyed my father’s company.
My new husband.
He wants a contract marriage.
I want revenge.
What I didn’t expect...
Was that I’d fall for him.
My heart was pounding.
There was no going back now.
I didn’t know what to do.
But one thing was clear.
My life would never be the same.