Sophia Travers

Two rival families. A marriage between their heirs. In public, it’s love. But in private? It’s war.
Aiden Prince is the arrogant heir to the old money family that destroyed mine. He’s hazel-eyed and sharp-jawed, the golden boy of high society.
I’m the girl who’s never belonged in his world.
At sixteen, I poured my soda on his loafers. He told me to lick it off.
At eighteen, I learned the truth—Aiden’s family took everything from mine. I vowed to make everyone who mocked us eat their words.
At thirty, I have the chance to get back everything Aiden’s family stole…but I have to marry Aiden to do it.
In public, we’re the perfect couple. But in private? We’re playing a dangerous game—the first one to desire the other loses.
I’ll never give an inch to Aiden…until I see who he is beneath his cold exterior.
He’ll do anything to protect me.
His touch sets me on fire.
His world doesn’t want me. My family doesn’t want him.
We promised to divorce once our deal is done…and we each lose everything if we fall in love.

The Heir

Sophia

Prince Charming himself is nowhere to be seen, but like death and taxes, I’m sure he’s on his way.

Once, when I snuck into his dormitory in college and stole a bottle of whiskey. He’d booby-trapped his desk, like a real psycho, and he called security on me.

Emory Hunter is the worst person I’ve ever met. I’ll do anything to make her my wife.

These books look far more interesting than mine. I pick the top one off the stack. It’s a romance about a—I turn it over—a crab fisherman? And a socialite?

My wife is a liar, a pool shark, and a walking wet dream. How do I know? The little glint in her eye when she asked me to play, the way she’s holding a pool cue like she’s never seen a stick before, much less a game of pool, and the way my body won’t stop reacting every time she brushes against me.

Between Malcolm and her asshole brothers, I want to fake it better than an A-list actor with a drug problem and something to prove.

She presses her forehead to my chest, and I freeze. No one has ever done that before. I’ve never made anyone laugh so hard they needed to hide their face. And now, joy is spilling out of her like she’s a champagne bottle overflowing.

I can’t help but think I did something wrong. The woman I’ve fantasized about was right there. She was moaning my name and trembling when I tongued her nipples and I know she liked it, and fuck, I’ll never have her again.

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I think I just discovered my new religion—tormenting my wife.

Swimming in champagne😭 that's such a cute saying

“Shh,” I whisper, my mouth twitching against my better judgment. I’m supposed to be fighting with her, not laughing. But damn, she makes me feel like I’m swimming in champagne. “If you listen closely, you can hear an angel getting its wings.”

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