To Have and to Hate: An Arranged Marriage Novel

Summary

Marry a man I barely know to save my family from ruin.

It might've been simple, if my betrothed were anybody else.

On our wedding day, my husband-to-be arrived at the courthouse like a black cloud rolling over Manhattan. Walt didn't crack smiles or pepper in pleasantries as we exchanged hollow vows in front of the judge.

His disdain for me was so palpable I assumed we'd walk out of that ceremony and resume our regularly scheduled programming. But then fate was like, Hold my beer. I got this.

In desperate need of help and with nowhere else to turn, I had no choice but to ignore a crucial rule in our contract: I shall only contact Mr. Jennings II in case of emergency. But hey, what's a little fine print between husband and wife?

Turns out, Walt's a stickler for legalese - I think it might be his love language. Oh, and his attitude at the courthouse wasn't a put-on. My so-called husband is a jerk. He takes what he wants without giving any consideration to other people - specifically ME, his blushing, contractually obligated bride!

I knew life with Walt would be no honeymoon, but a marriage of any sort should still come with a few standard guarantees:

To have and to hold.

For richer or poorer.

In sickness and in health.

But after experiencing Walt's version of wedded bliss, I say let's forget about all that lovey-dovey crap and just take me straight to death do us part.