Cooking Up a Billionaire Husband

Summary

In college, I conquered a trust-fund baby using nothing but my culinary skills.

His friends despised me.

Their collective verdict?

"She’s broke, she’s pretty, and aside from knowing her way around a kitchen, there’s absolutely nothing special about her."

So, when Holden and I finally crashed and burned, you’d think they would be popping champagne. Instead, the ones throwing the biggest temper tantrums were his two best friends.

"Look, breaking up is one thing," they whined, "but what do you mean we can't hang out with her anymore?"