Bartender Vivian Cross spent her days at the hospital caring for her leukemia-stricken younger brother, and her nights mixing drinks at Miami's most expensive rooftop bar to pay off her $300,000 debt. Real estate empire head Easton Reed's father Henry lay in the ICU, and on his deathbed changed the will: if Easton didn't marry before he died, the $20 billion empire would all go to his nephew Malcolm. Easton didn't believe in love, but he couldn't let his father's life's work fall into Malcolm's hands. He needed a wife, six months was enough. Vivian needed $3 million to save her brother's life. One contract, mutual benefit, the only rule: don't fall for real. But Easton's possessiveness went far beyond the contract. He wouldn't let other men touch her, wouldn't let her come home alone at night, wouldn't let her cry without coming to him. Vivian said "this is just a deal," and Easton tore up the contract: "It was. Now it's not."
