First rule of a marriage of convenience? Donât get knocked up. When I tell off my new boss after he cuts in line, I think heâs about to fire me. Instead, CEO Harry OâDonnell proposes. He wants me to marry him and move in for six months. See, Harry needs a wife to inherit his family business. I need a windfall to pay for my momâs medical bills. How hard could playing wifey be? Answer? Very. From Harryâs touching vows at our sham wedding to the sly glances he sneaks when he thinks Iâm not looking, one thing's clear: our no funny business agreement wonât last long. Neither will the ten-foot wall I built around my heart. Now, against all odds, Iâm pregnant. And I want Harry to love meâand our babyâfor real. Rule number two? Never ever fall for your temporary husband.