Heather

Married to My Enemy

Your father sold you to his enemy to save his own skin. Now you're Mrs. Blackwood, trapped in a marble cage with a man who looks at you like you're both a pawn and a prize. He says he hates you. But his hands shake when he touches you, and his eyes follow you like you're the only thing in the room. The contract says one year. The tension says you won't survive the first night.