The only thing I was looking forward to more than marrying my enemy…
Was seeing her pregnant with my baby.
But I guess that’s why I’m the bad boy of my family—but she’s always played the good girl.
If they only knew the things she begged me to do all those years ago, when I was sneaking in
through her bedroom window.
Before I left.
Before I broke her heart.
Before she hated me.
She doesn’t have to love me.
Hell, she doesn’t even have to like me. She just has to marry me to merge our feuding families…
Best part of our contract is we have to produce a bloodline heir.
My reasons for agreeing to an arranged marriage have nothing to do with claiming our
And everything to do with claiming the woman I love.