To avenge my bitter enemy, I tried to become his lawful wife.

Julian Thorne and I had been arch-nemeses since childhood. If he was second in exams, I made damn sure I was never first.

He started a company; I started one just to crush his into bankruptcy.

The day he hit rock bottom, I was uncorking a bottle of champagne, ready to celebrate.

Then his notoriously powerful grandmother showed up. She slapped a check for ten million dollars and a marriage contract onto my desk.

“Marry my grandson for one year, get him back on his feet. Do it, and I’ll give you another ninety million.”

I looked at the contract, then at the ruined Julian, and smiled.