The Wife Situation

The grumpy billionaire accuses me of stealing, has me fired, and now wants me to be his temporary wife. I think he’s lost his mind.
Easton Calloway needs a wifey, pronto, and he chooses me to temporarily fill the position. While I want to tell him to eff off, I can’t walk away from the temptation. So, I do what any broke actress living in New York City would do, and I agree to the terms and conditions.
It should be easy—a year of marriage, a cushy penthouse in the city, and a spending allowance. After three hundred...

The grumpy billionaire accuses me of stealing, has me fired, and now wants me to be his temporary wife. I think he’s lost his mind.
Easton Calloway needs a wifey, pronto, and he chooses me to temporarily fill the position. While I want to tell him to eff off, I can’t walk away from the temptation. So, I do what any broke actress living in New York City would do, and I agree to the terms and conditions.
It should be easy—a year of marriage, a cushy penthouse in the city, and a spending allowance. After three hundred sixty-five days, I’ll receive divorce papers and a check in the mail. All I have to do is pretend we’re happily married without falling in love.

Doable, right? Wrong.