A bride walks into the wrong room on her wedding night and crosses paths with a cold, powerful heir instead of her intended groom. What begins as a mix-up spirals into an unexpected attraction, forcing both of them to confront duty, family expectations, and the feelings neither planned on.
Everett's just like Sis. Always saying don't let it happen again. But with Sis, there's always a next time. Wonder how many next times Everett has. Willow's eyelashes are long. No wonder they tickled me last night. Willow, I forgot to tell you something. Hmm?
In the agreement I signed with Celeste, we set a fixed marital schedule. Twice a week. Only twice? Willow, a person should control desire, not be controlled by it.
Besides, I have a lot of important work to handle at night. Mm-hmm. I get it. But in the novels, CEOs always do it seven times a night. No more cookies for you. What is wrong with you? I'm never talking to you again. I'm definitely telling sis.
Everett is a total villain, and twice a week, he won't touch a single on my head. Sir, dinner is served. What dinner?