<p>I've worked a decade for this. I've sold my soul and my reputation. I've lived a lie smiled for the cameras and hated myself all for this fortune.</p><p>And then she pops up. A mysterious heir with a rap sheet combat boots and a mouth that I want to pin shut with my - </p><p>It doesn't matter.</p><p>I've played this game for a decade. I can continue the charade a little longer keep my hands to myself and her body out of my mind.</p><p>I can keep my secret until the ink dries and everything is mine.</p><p>Or not.</p>