Married To The Billionaire I Hate
"I’m so sorry. Let me run you a bath, okay?"
He sighed, leaning into me. "What would I do without you?"
I smiled.
I knew exactly what he’d do.
Fall.
Because that’s what Jeremy and I planned.
He was the one who gave me the idea. “Make him want you,” he said, voice low and patient, like he was teaching me how to play chess. “Make him trust you. Marry him. Get close enough to slit the empire's throat with a whisper.”
And I did.
I became Petunia Hart. His fiancée. His sweet, spotless secret. And when he finally married me, it was with shaking hands and eyes full of love I didn’t deserve.