I love pink, long walks on the beach, dances in the kitchen, and punching people in the face. Well, okay, I'm not all about hitting people, but it's good money, and I'm good at it.
Fighting in underground clubs is how I pay for food, meds for my mom, and pinklicious nail polish. Then all the clubs were shut down. My family was going to starve, and my mom was gonna get worse. (Depression is no joke, and it's my fault she is like that. More on that later.)
Things were going downhill fast. Maybe that's why I accepted the invitation. It wasn't like I want to get married. Shoot, I'm only twenty-five. So, I entered the annual Marriage Auction. Marry a rich man, and your life will change for the better. Of course, there was a glitch, and it wasn't just ONE man I married. Nope, it was THREE!!
Tristan Miller: The single Dad. Super rich and only wants a wife so his seven-year-old son has a mom. He has no interest in finding love, his heart still belongs to his dead wife.
Ethan Moore: Trust fund kid. Need I say more? Total bad boy, bad attitude, and so many tattoos. Has no interest in being married, but his Grandpa made it a clause in the will. Now he has to be married or lose everything.
Adam Gould: Recluse. Don't know much about him, but he has some dark past that he won't talk about. Well, write about. I never met him. He writes me letters, but won't leave his house. His best friend bought me for him and now he is stuck.