Anna Green thought she was marrying Liam “West” Weston for access to subsidized family housing while at UCLA. She also thought she’d signed divorce papers when the graduation caps were tossed, and they both went on their merry ways.
Three years later, Anna is a starving artist living paycheck to paycheck while West is a Stanford professor. He may be one of four heirs to the Weston Foods conglomerate, but he has little interest in working for the heartless corporation his family built from the ground up. He is interested, however, in his one-hundred-million-dollar inheritance. There’s just one catch.
Due to an antiquated clause in his grandfather’s will, Liam won’t see a penny until he’s been happily married for five years. Just when Liam thinks he’s in the home stretch, pressure mounts from his family to see this mysterious spouse, and he has no choice but to turn to the one person he’s afraid to introduce to his one-percenter parents—his unpolished, not-so-ex-wife.
But in the presence of his family, Liam’s fears quickly shift from whether the feisty, foul-mouthed, paint-splattered Anna can play the part to whether the toxic world of wealth will corrupt someone as pure of heart as his surprisingly grounded and loyal wife. Liam will have to ask himself if the price tag on his flimsy cover story is worth losing true love that sprouted from a lie.
Why You Should Read This Book
Tropes
Trigger Warnings
The Paradise Problem
“Do your worst, Dad. It won’t change my mind.”
“I love you, too. I have been aching to say it for so long.”
“I want to be your girlfriend. Your wife. Maybe let’s date until the wife thing feels right? Whatever my label is, I would very much like to go out on that porch and tell every asshole out there exactly where they can shove their news cycle.”
“So we’re in agreement? Collaborators with benefits? Vacation ride-or-die? No strings attached beyond this?”
“I need you back in bed. On your hands and knees.”
"But allow me to be completely honest: Now that I’ve spent some time with you? And now that I’ve seen your crazy family? I want to be here on your team. Even if you told me the offer was all fake, and you don’t actually have two nickels to rub together, I’d still stay and help you pull this off. I’m your ride-or-die, West Weston."
“I’m the only one here offering you unconditional support and love—and I’m not even asking you to choose me. I’m asking you to choose yourself.”
“God, your mouth is fucking amazing.”
“ We workout together every morning. Gets the blood flowing, doesn’t it.”
“Gaze into my eyes when I’m speaking to you, like I’m the only person in the room. Try to remember what it felt like the first time you were truly, madly, insatiably in love. Look at me like that.”
“I want you to know–I need you to know–that I am not ashamed of your path as an artist. Not for one second. I think the real you is wonderful, exactly the way she is. You are funny, courageous, creative, and silly. You are honest and vulnerable. You are forthcoming and self-reliant. You are sexy as hell and amazing in bed. I am well on my way to falling for you, and fuck anyone who makes you feel small. Fuck them.”
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