The CEO, the Wedding Crasher, and the Secret Contract

Week three of living with Leander and I couldn’t remember who I’d been before. The woman who crashed weddings wearing […]

The producers wanted our “first official date” for the show. Never mind that Leander and I had spent two weeks

Morning came with artificial brightness and too many strangers in the penthouse. The camera crew had tripled. Apparently, our “chemistry”

The morning after the gala, I woke to find Leander gone. Not just out of the penthouse—his bedroom door open,

The updated contracts arrived Wednesday morning via courier. I sat at Leander’s kitchen island—everything was “Leander’s” even though I lived

The stylist arrived Tuesday morning with an entourage and enough designer clothes to fill a boutique. Her name was Galina,

The cameras arrived at 7:45 AM. I woke to the sound of strangers invading the penthouse, voices echoing through walls

Saturday morning, I stood outside CorkTech Tower with two duffel bags and a growing sense of doom. The building was

The address Mia Barton sent was in the Gold Coast. The kind of building where doormen wore white gloves and

“If anyone has any reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.” I