Caging the Ruthless Heir

Summary

My best friend Serena blew up her own romantic life so spectacularly that her ex threatened to throw himself off the Brooklyn Bridge if she didn’t marry him.

Terrified of a subpoena—and emotional accountability—she caught a midnight flight to Saint-Tropez.

Before wheeling her luggage through TSA, she grabbed my shoulders and thrust a spare keycard into my palm. "I’m leaving my canary with you. Take care of him."

To be honest, I wanted to say no.

Not because I was engaged. But because Serena’s taste in men had historically resided in the absolute gutter.