Lennon Harding, heir to his father's billionaire law firm, could have had anyone. - But he chose me. - Well. . . not quite. - On my nineteenth birthday, he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. - Now, at his father's funeral, Lennon learns inheriting the Harding legacy won't come without a price. - So, when he proposes the idea of me becoming his wife, I'm quick to turn him down. - I'm no stranger to being used, and Lennon's proposal is no different, but when tragic news hits my family, I'm suddenly sprinting to meet him at the altar. - Because I desperately need him now, almost as much as he needs me. - The way his lips feel against mine. - The way his hands easily wander without thought. - And before long, I'm starting to wonder if his whispers of sweet nothings have always meant as much to him as they have to me. - But with a heart as dark as his, that isn't possible . . . is it?