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I never imagined meeting anyone who despised the holidays more than I did—until I met Mr. Jack Atlas. Tall, impeccably dressed, with a smoldering presence that could melt hearts, he also happened to be my boss. I was hired as his temporary assistant after he mysteriously fired the last one. Jack's grumpy demeanor was a constant, but during the holiday season, his Scrooge-like tendencies went into overdrive. I didn't blame him—I had my own reasons for avoiding the festivities, so who was I to judge?

My dating life was a constant cycle, a series of fleeting connections that I found comfort in. I wasn't seeking a bond with any man, but it happened, and my heart ended up in a million tiny pieces. I was desperate for a change, a fresh start. So, I bid farewell to my high-paced fashion design job in the bustling city of New York and stayed with my sister, Adalyn, in the serene and picturesque town of Harbor Falls, a place that always brought me a sense of tranquility. The one thing I didn't expect was to meet a brutally handsome man named Alex Harbor.

My entire life changed when I met a hot and sexy billionaire named Charlie Stone at the Chicago airport. I wasn't prepared for the journey I was about to embark on when I found out I was pregnant, which resulted from one drunken night neither of us barely remembered.

Long story short. I needed to find a wife. My mother's final attempt to hold control over me from beyond the grave was temporarily appointing my uncle, her brother, Chairman and CEO of our family company, Bradshaw Capital. She stipulated in her will something I didn't see coming—marry within the year of her passing, remain wed for another, and the company would be mine. As absurd as that was, I had no choice if I wanted control of the company that was rightfully mine. While in Vegas, I met a captivating woman, a fellow New Yorker named Stella Harper, who was financially strapped and jobless.

It all started one night when a sexy billionaire bought me a drink, and I accidentally tossed it all over his five-thousand-dollar suit. He tried to blame me, but it was his fault because of his lack of respect for my personal boundaries. I offered to pay for the dry cleaning and gave him my number to tell me how much it cost. He did, and we ended up spending the night together. Long story short. The condom broke, I forgot to take my pill two days in a row, and we mistakenly created a baby.

Never did I imagine that my four-year marriage would abruptly end after the revelation of my husband's devastating secret. The emotional toll left me with no option but to move away from New York City and start over somewhere new.