Call Me Crazy

It was the perfect plan. I needed a wife--temporarily--in order to inherit the family business.

And she needed a favor--the kind that takes nine months to deliver.

We had it all worked out, from the no-touching policy on our wedding night (her rule) to the no-falling-in-love decree (mine). She'd marry me, I'd give her the means to have the baby she'd always wanted, and one year later we'd amicably part ways with no hassle, no demands, and certainly no regrets.

After all, Bianca DeRossi and I a...