All that glitters isn't gold, or diamonds, or even a decent boyfriend.

Rosalia could really pick them. Boyfriends that were. Bastards, every last one of them.

But men appeared to only want her for one thing, and she couldn't even claim it was the cliqued idea of sex. No, the men who wormed their way onto her arm only saw the size of the Millard fortune, the rumours of her cousins' bloodied hands, and the connections they could make in the business world. Men who wanted a trophy wife who smiled, looked pretty, and didn't have an interest in business or politics.

And Rosalia was tired of it. She wanted a man who truly saw her.

Instead, she wound up with another boyfriend who refused to accept their relationship was over, and a bodyguard she desperately wanted to kiss, despite him being ten years older... and a cousin.

Yet that also made Calvin the best man for her.

Calvin didn't need her wealth or connections, and he knew exactly how true the rumours about their cousins were.