Mr Billionaire's Borrowed Wife
The chill from the tiles crept up through my bare feet, and for the first time all day, I could finally breathe without glitter in my lungs.
I sat on the edge of the bed, opened my phone, and tapped the name that had always stayed at the top of my contacts: Mamá.
My thumb hovered over the call button. I almost pressed it.
But… no.
What was I even going to say?
‘Hi, Mamá. I just became the backup wife of a billionaire who once almost ruined my life. And our daughter, Sienna, just declared he’s a vampire. Oh, and we’re moving to New York. Again.’