THE PROXY BRIDE: His bride. Her Secret.
Onyesglamour and sass: a rejected bride's revengereturn of the unwanted heiresssecret billionaire's contract bridemarriage by contract with a billionaire
"What if… what if I make him fall in love with me? Deeply, irrevocably… Yes. Let him be consumed. Let love do what contracts cannot. Let it twist him into staying. After all… if love wins, I might just… win too."
Her laughter was quiet, teasing herself. "Oh, Amara, you are a madwoman." She pictured the scene: Cassian, usually so composed, suddenly soft in her presence. "Perhaps he’ll smile, a rare, unintended smile, a sigh escaping him when I lean closer, perhaps even the way his voice falters if I dare—just dare—to look at him with that expression reserved for mischief."
The more she imagined it, the more her fingers twitched. "I will be cunning. I will be impossible to ignore. I will be… w