My “husband” lied about everything except loving me…I think.
I worked in strip clubs from H-Town to NYC.
And I never f*ked with the men in Black House until I met Ice.
The tall, dirty blonde, with eyes so blue they're cold as ice.
He melts my walls and blinded me to his lies.
In a single night, his secret turns my world upside down.
I’m ripped from the pole and put up in his mansion.
And my down-and-out bartender is really a second-generation billionaire.
Still, I accept his proposal and last name.
Because nobody makes me feel seen or protected like him.
But I don’t know if I’m falling for Ice or Ryker Baldwin.
And I’m scared his plans could leave me brokenhearted or dead.