"I need the perfect woman. There's no room for feelings in public life." "Okay!" Meghan replies, but feels her heart yearning for more... I'm Trevor Dean. Son of a wealthy New York family. A playboy straight out of central casting. My goal: I want to become the most powerful man in the world! To achieve this, my manager is working hard on my image. Her first job? Find the ideal woman for an arranged marriage. Deal. I'm Meghan Allen. An arranged marriage is the perfect opportunity to pay off the debts my ex left me with when he abandoned me. Deal. Everything would be perfect.

Lucian Daire wants my family's company. I want to watch him burn for it. He thinks I'm nothing more than a spoiled princess, and I think he's a heartless bastard. But no matter how much we push, we keep pulling back together. When I discover he needs a wife and he realizes my determination to save my family's legacy, a deal is struck—lines are drawn. But the more we fight, the more those lines blur. Because hatred is just passion turned inside out. And when it finally explodes, it threatens to destroy us both. And we might just be desperate enough to let it.

As your paralegal (and ex), I have to be honest: You’re a horrible lawyer. Honestly, the worst I’ve ever seen. You never communicate, you pile on overtime, and you’re constantly in a bad mood. Now, about those panties on your desk. No, that wasn’t a desperate cry for your attention. It was the result of a lost bet with my roommate. But if you were even half the lawyer you claim to be, you’d have figured that out without all the ego-tripping.

The first day that she walked onto the surgical floor that Chevy Clayborne spent most of his time on, he knew that he’d do anything to make her his. For two years, he played the long game. He slowly insinuated himself into her life, and the moment that she needed him, he swooped in like the knight in shining armor that he only pretended to be but most assuredly wasn’t. He’s no real knight. In fact, he’s the villain in everyone’s story but his own.

Jess: Meet Mark Donovan. Ex-Army sniper. CEO of a multi-billion dollar global empire. Chiseled to the nth degree. And a man I want nothing to do with.I know the type. Dangerous. Sexy. A bad-boy who fills out a Tom Ford suit or pair of Calvin's in equally drool-worthy ways. At his core, the worst kind of heartbreaker. The kind who doesn't even know he did it.