When the silver fox steps in to marry his son's bride…
I was supposed to marry the heir to the Bronson fortune.
My parents arranged it—a business deal sealed with a ring.
Then I meet his father.
Benedict Bronson isn’t just older—he’s everything his son is not.
Composed. Commanding. Magnetic in his restraint.
The kind of man who doesn’t need to touch you to make you feel it.
He’s supposed to be my father-in-law, not the man who makes my pulse race.
By the time I walk down the aisle, I’ve convinced myself it doesn’t matter.
I’ll ignore the way his gaze lingers.
Marry his son. Play my part.
Except… my fiancé never shows.
And instead, Benedict steps forward.
He moves toward me with the kind of power that leaves no room to breathe—eyes locked on mine—every inch the man who always gets what he wants.
And in that moment, I realize the shocking truth.
What he wants… is me.
As his bride.
