The Mortician's Contract Marriage

The Hayes family took me in, raised me, and I owed them everything. For fourteen years, I repaid that debt by silently working as a mortician and agreeing to marry their insufferable son.

Until I heard the truth.

To him, I was a "freak who smells like death." Their ‘gratitude’ was a plan to steal my inheritance.

They thought they had me trapped. But my grandfather's will only said I had to be married. It didn’t say to whom.

I traded their son for a man who could buy and sell their entire world a hundred times over. The cold, untouchable Caden Blankenship.

They wanted my fortune? Too bad. Now, I’m about to inherit his.