From Bully To Beloved

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He's my childhood tormentor.
I never intended to encounter him again, let alone become his wife. However, his grandmother had different intentions: she bequeathed us a significant inheritance... but with conditions. We must wed and reside in her small NYC apartment for a month, with only one bed. Upon my arrival, he's not the mischievous, pigtail-pulling nuisance I despised. He's strikingly attractive, tall, and adorned with sinful tattoos – a captivating antagonist. I find myself married in the blink of