The Billionaire's Guide to the Marriage Deal

When my grandparents founded the Taylor Corporation, it was to make life better for future generations of Taylors.
But Grandma Sofia doesn't think said generations are trustworthy enough to take over.

"Get married and prove you have an eye to the future," she said.
"It'll be easy," she said.

But "easy" is not the word I'd use to describe the new Mrs. Easton Taylor. Phoebe isn't exactly my type, which is the plan--easy to marry, easy to walk away from. She makes flashcards for fun. She's mouthy, sexy, and uninhibited. Worst of all, I'm now stepfather to a cat named Roger.

Some would call it a marriage of convenience.
But what I got into is more of a convenience store arrangement...an overpriced, fast, knockoff version of the real thing.

So why do I actually like the cat? And why can't I stop imagining something more real with my fake wife?