Published by Self-Published on January 10th 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Fifty million dollars for three weeks of your life in the hands of a total stranger. Would you do it?
When Naomi Lee finds herself out of a job and out of the money she needs to pay her father’s medical bills, she receives an anonymous letter, containing an offer she can’t refuse.
Max Marino, a wealthy businessman, wants her and he’ll pay any price.
Three weeks of her time, no holds-barred, in exchange for fifty million dollars.
With no other means to pay her bills, Naomi has no choice but to accept.
However, Naomi isn’t the only one who signs the contract.
And Max isn’t alone in his deal.
Three brothers …
Nine girls …
All competing for the ultimate prize … marriage.
Let the games begin.
I take a sip of my whiskey on the rocks and stare at the crackling fire in front of me. My chair feels like a damn cage, holding me back from where I’m really supposed to be. This room where my brothers scheme and laugh as they play a game of pool on the green table in the back. Their noise distracts me from my goal.
Getting Naomi to submit as quickly as possible and making her pick me.
My grip on the glass tightens as I bring it to my lips and take another sip. This drink is the only thing that relaxes me when I’m stressed as fuck. I can’t help it; when I have to share with my brothers, things always get tense. We always want the same thing. Someone has to lose … and this time, it isn’t going to be me.
“So you’ve got a favorite yet?” Anthony asks Devon as he shoots a ball into the hole.
It takes Devon a while to answer. “No … not particularly.”
“I do …” Anthony muses, playing coy.
“Who?” Devon asks.
“That girl … with the olive skin and dark, thin eyes …” I can see him smile, and it makes me want to smash his face in with my glass.
“Hyun?” Devon makes a face. “I never pegged her to be your type.”
“Nah, the other one …”
I turn my head around the corner and growl, “Stay away from her.”
My brothers both look my way, but only Devon opens his mouth. “What’s your problem?”
“Stay. Away. From. Her.” I just give them the look. That look. The one we’ve learned to respect from one another. The one that says … I’m going to kill you if you touch what’s mine.
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