I made the biggest mistake of my life when I took my lawyer’s words at face value…
He said the man who owned the other half of my inheritance was old, lived halfway across the country, would definitely be willing to sell out, and that I would never have to see him.
But now there’s a greek god in leather on my front porch who is anything but old. He’s also claiming he’s the owner of the house…and he’s moving in.
Would you read this enemies to lovers romance? ❤️
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