Poppy Kisses
I married a dying billionaire under another woman's name. On our wedding night, he opened his eyes.
My name is Lily Carter, and I had thirty days to find $300,000, or my little brother would die in a hospital bed. So when a rich woman offered to pay for his surgery, I said yes before I asked enough questions. All I had to do was wear her daughter's face.
Vanessa Sinclair was engaged to Ethan Blackwood, the most powerful man in the city. But Ethan was lying in a coma after a crash that was no accident, and Vanessa wouldn't waste her beauty on a man who might never wake up. I look exactly like her. So I put on the white dress, signed her name, and became the wife of a sleeping stranger.
Then Ethan woke up.
He is cold, dangerous, and far too clever. He knew the woman in his bed was not the woman he proposed to. He also knew someone in his own house was poisoning him. Now the liar he married is the only person he can trust.
His touch is a warning. His kiss is a threat. And every night, the line between our deal and our desire burns thinner.
But the real Vanessa wants her life back. Ethan's uncle wants him dead. And the deeper I fall into the Blackwood world, the closer I come to a secret buried on the night I was born.
They hired me to be a fake bride. What if I was the real one all along?
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