If Peter stands at the Pearly Gates, then billionaire Atlas Knight stands at the gates of Hell…and I just married him.
Hard to say no to five million dollars, even if it means selling your soul to the devil.
His proposition was simple: one year of marriage, after which, we both walk away.
The deal of a lifetime offered to me by the mysterious, yet sexy stranger that’s been coming into my coffee shop the last several months.
After all, how hard can it be to live a life of pure luxury for a year on the arm of a man that looks like a walking fantasy?
