Feuding with the Fashion Princess

I love the way I hate her.

Pushing Lucy Remington’s buttons is my favorite pastime and has been since we were kids. Watching as her brilliant blue eyes darken in anger when I mockingly call her Princess—even though she is one—fills me with immense satisfaction.
She’s the last woman on Earth I would want to take as my wife, yet that’s exactly what her grandfather—my King—asks of me.
Babysitting Lucy for the rest of my life is worse than a nightmare, and she feels the same way, so you’d think it would be simple to turn down the request...

I love the way I hate her.

Pushing Lucy Remington’s buttons is my favorite pastime and has been since we were kids. Watching as her brilliant blue eyes darken in anger when I mockingly call her Princess—even though she is one—fills me with immense satisfaction.
She’s the last woman on Earth I would want to take as my wife, yet that’s exactly what her grandfather—my King—asks of me.
Babysitting Lucy for the rest of my life is worse than a nightmare, and she feels the same way, so you’d think it would be simple to turn down the request of our monarch.
Wrong.
Lucy is offered an escape from royal life to pursue her increasingly successful fashion career if she marries a man of her grandfather’s choosing—me—so here I am. She loves fashion more than she hates me.
Surprisingly, she discovers a loophole to get both her freedom and out of our arrangement. The only problem? It comes with my disgrace as being the one to go back on my word to our King.
She’s delusional if she thinks that’s going to happen.
I’m willing to bet I can break her before she breaks me.
If she wants to play, then play we shall. Feuding with the fashion princess has never been more fun.