Marrying The Masked Billionaire

From the back cover

My king-sized bed felt impossibly wide between my long-term boyfriend, Ethan, and me.

I' d poured years into him, supporting his struggling architecture dreams, always his loyal rock.

I believed in our future, a quiet, stable life together.

But then I heard his confession.

"Sarah' s great, you know? She' s comfortable. Safe. But the passion… it' s not there. Not like with Jessica."

His manipulative ex, who' d once abandoned him, was back.

He was preparing to win a public auction to spend a day with her.

I watched him publicly fawn over Jessica, outbidding everyone, his eyes only for her.

Days later, after a life-threatening car accident, I called him from the hospital.

He dismissed me, again, through Jessica.

At the formal proxy wedding I' d agreed to for my best friend, Jessica orchestrated a physical attack on me.

And still, Ethan chose to save his ex, leaving me behind.

"Comfortable. Safe."

Each word was a physical blow.

How could the man I loved see me as so inconsequential?

The betrayal ran bone deep.

Was this all I was meant to be?

My friend' s plea echoed: "Marry the reclusive billionaire in my place."

It was insane.

But what was left to lose?

I wouldn't be comfortable or safe again.

I would choose my own escape.

My own fight.