My half-sister tied me to a chair in a wedding dress so I'd marry the groom she didn't want — a billionaire brute everyone said couldn't get it up. I jumped out the window, dove into the last car in the convoy, and kissed a stranger to hide. An hour later, I married him at City Hall. He said he was the driver. He wasn't. He was the billionaire I ran from — and my family was about to find out the hard way.
