I’m marrying my enemy. Fortunately, the arrangement has an expiration date.

Ten years ago, I set my roots in Manhattan. It’s my home now. Until a careless oversight threatens my ability to stay in the country.

But my best friend comes up with a solution. A marriage of convenience. With her brother. And somehow she guilt-trips him into agreeing. Reluctantly.

So I swallow my pride and accept. It’s only on paper, after all.

Which is a good thing because, while Caleb van den Linden’s smile might disarm everyone, I know the sworn bachelor is an arrogant playboy.

I doubt I can keep my sanity once I become his wife. My billionaire husband might be gorgeous, but he’s never been my fairytale hero. The man is infuriating.

There is a strict expiration date on our arrangement, so I feel safe.

Until he demands more than I am willing to “pay” for my visa.