The Bride: An Age-Gap, Marriage of Convenience Romance

You could say our vows were bogus from the minute they passed our lips. 'Till death do us part meant nothing when divorce papers were already drawn up less than twenty-four hours after we sealed the deal.

It doesn't matter that our marriage was an actual deal -- a marriage of convenience, if you asked Cade Napoli.

Yep -- 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 Cade Napoli. He was the eldest brother of four, where each and every one of them owned a chain corporation that was worth more than my life itself. Cade wasn't anything but warm and welcome, wait no, scratch that, Cade was the complete opposite.

From the moment I spilled my guts -- 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 on his limited-edition Brioni suit -- to him while I was illegally trespassing in one of his clubs, I proved to be at the peak of my unluckiness in life. When he proposed an idea of actually marrying, without said proposal, to help me get out of an even unluckier situation, I couldn't refuse.

It didn't matter that we eventually formed a friendship, it didn't matter that there was twelve years between us -- all that mattered was I was a runaway bride that wasn't going to be caught. Certainly not by Cade Napoli.