It wasn’t a marriage. It was a one-year contract. Under it, I saved a neighbor girl from trouble and the inheritance that had fallen on her head.
I didn’t plan to keep her after that. I didn’t intend to turn a fake marriage into a real one.
But how can you resist when she loves you so wholeheartedly?
How can you not yield to temptation when there’s a real treasure nearby? Young, tender—made only for me.
Continuation in the novel “Family (Not) for One Year.”