My best friend's little sister is an infuriating, cantankerous, pretentious do-gooder who thinks me making a billion before I hit 30 means I'm a filthy, unethical robber baron—and she lets me know it every time she sees me.
The fact that she's a sexy little minx notwithstanding, I wouldn't date her if she was the last woman on Earth. As a matter of fact, I've repeatedly fantasized about shipping her to Mars.
But first, I need to get my mother to sell me her pigeon-plagued abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn so I can flip it into luxury lofts. And the only way to get her to sell it to me is to prove I have a soul.
So I'm going to marry my best friend's bleeding-heart little sister, and once I get that building, I can pretend she lives on another planet.
Just...one more hate-boink, for the road. And another on the road. And another. And another.
How many times can two people hate-fonk before they stop hating each other?
I think I'm finding out.
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Check out the other two books in the How to Marry a Billionaire series:
Easton: The Billionaire's Guide to the Marriage Deal
Dylan: The Playboy's Guide to the Fake Fiancee