My parents treated my life like a business transaction, selling my future to a billionaire nobleman to settle their own debts.

I did the only logical thing a woman in my position could do: I crashed the boardroom meeting in a bunny costume to tell Charles Esposito exactly where he could shove his proposal.

Charles is cold, arrogant, and under a strict deadline to marry or lose his inheritance, and he's decided that I'm more of a problem than a partner.

We strike a desperate bargain: I have thirty days to help him find a "proper" bride, and in exchange, he'll give me my freedom back.

But as we sift through candidates, the chemistry between the rebel and the aristocrat becomes an inferno that threatens to consume us both.

Finding him a wife was the goal, but I'm starting to realize I might be the only one who can handle the man behind the money when you buy now.