Accidental Marriage to a Magnate

On our first meeting, he thought my skirt was too short. On the second, he promised to destroy my career. On the third, he wanted me to become his fake wife. He’s a cynical billionaire who believes that every girl’s dream is to hide behind his broad back in an Italian suit. And I’ve been thoroughly disappointed in the opposite sex for so long and so firmly that I rely only on myself. What could be possible between us besides hostility?