Mrs. Dumont by Alessandra Torre
I wanted the fairytale: a gorgeous man who screwed as well as he provided. I met Nathan Dumont — then scampered off to his mansion without hesitation. He proposed with a contract, I signed with a smile.
Goodbye, stripper pole. Hello, life of luxury.
Too bad my new husband had secrets.
Too bad he had plans for me that I had no idea about.
Too bad my heart didn’t understand contracts and red flags in its plummet toward love.