Don’t Want Convenience

Ed

I have everything I could ever need given to me on a silver platter.

The only problem? Holding on to it.

My fathers final wish was to give me the resort chain he had built, but with one tiny stipulation. I have to get married.

Gulya is my salvation. She needs this marriage of convenience as much as I do.

Our plan is simple. Get hitched in Vegas. Play pretend for my family and the press. Get a divorce as soon as the resort chain is mine and her documents are in order.

But every look at her, every conversation with her, makes me wish this was more than business.

Gulya

I always wanted to marry for love, but first, I need to find a solution to my immigration problem because going home isn’t an option.

Love? That’s going to wait until my second marriage. First, I need to marry for a green card.

Ed and I can help each other, but my rules are set in stone. He can walk around shirtless after his workout all he wants. It won’t work. This is never going to become a real marriage.

Doesn’t mean we can’t fool around a little.

Just as I start thinking this could be more, the real problem with his fathers will starts to sink in.

Ed has to be a married man on his thirtieth birthday. It says nothing about him being a widower.