I sent a drunk voice note to a superstar. Now I'm marrying my man at the Super Bowl.

Sold to end a war. He expected submissive. He got a warrior queen.

I needed a husband for custody. He needed a wife for his career. Just a deal.

My father sold me for two million dollars. I was worth less than his debts.

My father sold me to the enemy family. My new husband didn't want a wife.

I saw him murder someone. He should have silenced me. He proposed instead.

I'm running from my dead husband's enemies. He's been watching me for weeks.

His will requires marriage. I'm the one woman in Manhattan who hates him enough.

He killed my father at the funeral. Then he married me.