Erin: Cinderella had it easy. I’m laying to thousands of people, and it’s really all Silas’s fault.

Yes, that Silas. Billionaire, prince, scandals galore, downright royal bastard-everything that screams run. If only it weren’t for his rock-hard sides and wild tattoo designs, tempting anything female on all seven continents.

But I don’t value his looks. Actually. Our deal is simple. He requires a fairly little rest, a wife to cover up his dirty deeds. I want a fortune to buy the procedure that might just save my father’s existence.

Silas: It’s nearly great. An engagement with an American woman, desperate as she is beautiful. Anything goes with Erin, except one rule: Her body’s off limits. She’s joking, right?

I actually convinced her to wear my ring, easy. I’ll obtain her clothes off next. Display her the actual world’s most infamous player does when he’s on fire. Then I’ll move on. No more playing castle. I’ll possess my princess with benefits on her behalf knees, treating me like royalty .

Contains mature themes.