Only 8 hours left before the wedding. Ivan Wood's face was buried against my neck when he suddenly spoke. "I met a girl. She's timid as hell. I want to marry her." His lips brushed lightly against my ear. There wasn't a trace of passion in his voice. The ache between my legs hadn't even begun to fade. I stared at him, my throat tightening until I could barely force out the words. "It's... our wedding tomorrow." He simply leaned over and kissed the corner of my mouth. "I bought you an apartment near the house. You'd make a great mistress." Then Ivan chuckled softly, like he'd just remembered something that made his heart melt. His whole expression softened. "She's sensitive. If she sees me marrying another woman, she'll cry." The tenderness in his eyes...  It wasn't for me. I clenched my trembling hands beneath the blanket, forcing myself not to fall apart. My brother was right. Ivan was never worth it—the chance to be the richest man's sister.