My Sister Stole My Fiancé, So I Married A Billionaire

For years, Eleanor Whitmore did everything right. She kept her family’s charity running, planned every detail of her future, and waited three long years for her fiancé, Julian Merrick, to come home from London.

Then came Thanksgiving.

In front of the whole family, Julian stood up and announced that he was in love with her younger sister, Vanessa.

Everyone already knew. Her mother asked her to be gracious.

Heartbroken and humiliated, Eleanor ran to a quiet house of nuns in the snowy Wisconsin hills, where she learned to bake bread and to stop apologizing for being alive. But when her grandmother falls ill, she has to go home, right in time for her sister’s wedding.

One stormy night changes everything.

A ride from the city’s most dangerous man. A photograph at dawn. One lie from her sister. And before Eleanor can say a word, her mother announces to a room full of guests that Eleanor is engaged to Lorenzo DeLuca.

He doesn’t deny it.

Lorenzo is cold, rich, and rumored to have mob money behind every truck he owns. He also has a little niece he would die for, and grandparents in court trying to take her away. A respectable wife could save his case. So he offers Eleanor a deal: one year of marriage, separate rooms, and then she walks away free.

She signs.

But the man the whole city fears pays strangers’ hospital bills in secret. He bakes terrible cookies for a grieving little girl. And he looks at Eleanor as if he has known her far longer than she knows.

Because he has.

Lorenzo is hiding the biggest secret of all. He already owns every debt that is sinking her family’s empire, and he married her without saying a word.

When the truth comes out, Eleanor’s sister is the one holding the match, her ex wants her back, and a custody judge wants to know if the marriage was ever real.

Eleanor waited her whole life for permission.

Now she has to decide what she wants, and whether the man who lied to her is the one she wants to choose.