Jenna Howard is not your regular 19 year old. She's been by herself since she was just 5 years old. After being dropped off at an orphanage when she was little she has had to fend for herself ever since. Now 14 years later she works 2 jobs just to make ends meet. Life was not how Jenna thought it would be, she never imagined not having a loving family or that she'd be by herself the rest of her life. But one day at work she meets millionaire Liam Stanford who suddenly wants to her to be his wife but with a catch. She will be his wife for 1 year then after that year they will part ways with her getting a million dollars and never seeing the him again. As she starts to get to know Liam she realizes he isn't what he seems, there is more to the millionaire than he lets on. With two different worlds coming together will they both leave this deal unscathed or will they both end up falling for each other? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Cover made by the amazing @QueenDisneyBiatch Finished as of September 15th, 2016! Highest rank in Romance # 1

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.