Vows of Convenience

An Age Gap Enemies to lovers Multicultural Romance

HE LIKES CONTROL. I LIKE BREAKING RULES. SO HOW THE HELL DID I END UP MARRIED TO MY BOSS?

He’s my billionaire employer. Scarlett’s emotionally constipated single dad. And twenty years older than me.

I was only supposed to be their nanny. But then his grumpy mouth kissed me after an argument about bedtime. And I kissed him back.

Now we’re fake-married so he can keep his casino empire. Living together. Sleeping down the hall. Close enough to taste every reason I shouldn’t want him.

But then he lets me in. Lets me touch what’s broken. He listens when no one else ever has.

Like the time I walked in on him trying to stand for the first time in years. Or when he defended me in front of his board. Or the night he told me I made him believe in healing again.

Somewhere between fake vows and forbidden stares—I fell. Hard.

If our fake marriage gets out— I’ll lose both of them. For good.