Our Chaotic Love Affair
I was supposed to get the runaway bride back to her groom.
Falling for her was never part of the deal.
Then again, she’s been making my life difficult since we were kids.
Beautiful. Bold. Completely impossible.
And unfortunately for both of us, I’ve always had a weakness for her.
Now I’m supposed to convince her to marry another man.
She says the engagement is over for her. There's no way she's going back.
Eventually, everyone expects her to walk down that aisle. It's required in her family.
I just want her to have the freedom no one else seems willing to give her.
The more time we spend together, the harder it becomes to pretend I’m only here to get her down the aisle.
Especially when she looks at me like maybe I’m the man she wishes was waiting at the end of it.
I know what she deserves.
Wealth. Security. A powerful family name untouched by scandal.
Everything mine used to be.
But when friendship turns into flirting, and flirting turns into something neither of us can take back, I’m faced with a serious a problem.
I’m falling for the bride while I’m mentally planning her wedding to someone else.
I promised I’d get her to that altar.
But the more she fights for the freedom to choose her own future, the more I want to be the man she chooses.
Not because she has to marry me.
Because she can’t imagine marrying anyone else.
Falling for her was never part of the deal.
Then again, she’s been making my life difficult since we were kids.
Beautiful. Bold. Completely impossible.
And unfortunately for both of us, I’ve always had a weakness for her.
Now I’m supposed to convince her to marry another man.
She says the engagement is over for her. There's no way she's going back.
Eventually, everyone expects her to walk down that aisle. It's required in her family.
I just want her to have the freedom no one else seems willing to give her.
The more time we spend together, the harder it becomes to pretend I’m only here to get her down the aisle.
Especially when she looks at me like maybe I’m the man she wishes was waiting at the end of it.
I know what she deserves.
Wealth. Security. A powerful family name untouched by scandal.
Everything mine used to be.
But when friendship turns into flirting, and flirting turns into something neither of us can take back, I’m faced with a serious a problem.
I’m falling for the bride while I’m mentally planning her wedding to someone else.
I promised I’d get her to that altar.
But the more she fights for the freedom to choose her own future, the more I want to be the man she chooses.
Not because she has to marry me.
Because she can’t imagine marrying anyone else.
Our Chaotic Love Affair
She’s everything I would never choose in a woman.
So naturally, she’s the only one I can’t stop wanting.
Purple hair. Red lips. Ten rings on her fingers and an opinion about everything.
She should drive me insane.
Instead, she makes me laugh and forget about my work.
She makes me wonder when my perfectly ordered life became so… empty.
When business takes me to Rome and I suddenly need a fiancée on my arm, there’s only one woman I want beside me.
It’s supposed to be simple.
A fake engagement. A few public appearances. One very convincing lie.
Then she walks into a ballroom wearing my ring, looking nothing like the woman everyone expects me to choose—and exactly like the woman I can’t stop wanting.
Somewhere between arguing in hotel rooms, drinking too much Italian wine, and dancing beneath the lights of a Roman piazza, I start losing my grip on every rule I’ve ever lived by.
She challenges me. Surprises me. Sees straight through me.
And she’s so full of life that standing beside her makes me realize how little of my own I’ve actually been living.
But when everything starts slipping beyond my control, I do what I’ve always done best.
I shut it down.
There’s just one problem.
I can walk away from the deal. I can walk away from the expectations.
But walking away from the woman who made me feel alive for the first time?
That might be the one thing I can’t do.
So naturally, she’s the only one I can’t stop wanting.
Purple hair. Red lips. Ten rings on her fingers and an opinion about everything.
She should drive me insane.
Instead, she makes me laugh and forget about my work.
She makes me wonder when my perfectly ordered life became so… empty.
When business takes me to Rome and I suddenly need a fiancée on my arm, there’s only one woman I want beside me.
It’s supposed to be simple.
A fake engagement. A few public appearances. One very convincing lie.
Then she walks into a ballroom wearing my ring, looking nothing like the woman everyone expects me to choose—and exactly like the woman I can’t stop wanting.
Somewhere between arguing in hotel rooms, drinking too much Italian wine, and dancing beneath the lights of a Roman piazza, I start losing my grip on every rule I’ve ever lived by.
She challenges me. Surprises me. Sees straight through me.
And she’s so full of life that standing beside her makes me realize how little of my own I’ve actually been living.
But when everything starts slipping beyond my control, I do what I’ve always done best.
I shut it down.
There’s just one problem.
I can walk away from the deal. I can walk away from the expectations.
But walking away from the woman who made me feel alive for the first time?
That might be the one thing I can’t do.