From Bully To Beloved

He's my childhood tormentor. I never intended to encounter him again, let alone become his wife. However, his grandmother had different intentions: she bequeathed us a significant inheritance... but with conditions. We must wed and reside in her small NYC apartment for a month, with only one bed. Upon my arrival, he's not the mischievous, pigtail-pulling nuisance I despised. He's strikingly attractive, tall, and adorned with sinful tattoos – a captivating antagonist. I find myself married in the blink of an eye. His passionate kiss pulls me deeper into this colossal mistake. His caring nature dismantles all my defenses. His intense touch leaves me yearning for more. I am aware I'm treading on dangerous ground – and I don't want to get hurt. Saying "I do," collecting the check, and leaving was the initial plan. Falling in love with my pretend husband was never part of the equation.