The Billionaire’s Second Chance Proposal

A runaway groom. The woman he left behind. A marriage deal that changes everything.

Aaden Bentley never wanted the throne. But when a deadly attack wipes out his royal family and a billion-dollar inheritance comes with one rule—marry before the year is out—he’s out of time. The only woman he ever loved? The one he abandoned at the altar two years ago.

Sienna McKenna swore she’d never forgive Aaden. A tropical escape was supposed to be her fresh start, not a face-to-face with the man who shattered her heart. When he offers her ten million dollars to be his wife for six months, she should run.

But old flames never die—and neither do the secrets Aaden kept to protect her. When danger resurfaces, she’ll have to decide: walk away, or risk everything for a second chance?

Tropes: Second-Chance Romance, Royal Billionaire, Marriage of Convenience
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Sienna McKenney’s idea of the perfect single-woman vacation included her ereader stocked with the latest mystery novels, poolside cabana service and a suite overlooking the clear, aqua ocean where she might see dolphins swim past from her balcony in the early morning.

No men, no fuss, just relaxing.

Which is why she’d booked herself a luxury room on Hidden Key, far from the community in Park Lake, Florida where everybody wanted to introduce her to a cousin or brother. She’d driven down to the Keys, parked her car and hopped on board the ferry.

Within hours, the boat docked. The moon beamed across the cloudless night sky, and she smelled the salt in the air as tourists from all over the country passed her. The ship lightly rocked and the tropical breeze against her skin made her feel calm. Her heart and mind cleared. Tomorrow she’d spend the day reading at one of those tropical cabanas near the pool.

She followed the crowd at the end and walked silently toward the white hotel with an orange roof.

Before even stepping foot inside, her shoulders slumped at the sound of light reggae music from the pool area. One ruined wedding did not mean she deserved anyone’s pity.

She adjusted her sunglasses as she strolled up the pathway and walked with the group of three female friends already sharing a bottle of wine and one older couple from the ferry as they made their way toward the towering beachfront hotel, the only thing on this small remote island in the Keys.

As she walked inside the Tropical Nights hotel, a blast of cold air brushed against her skin. The hair on her arms lifted with goosebumps. Air conditioning? No…something else. She dragged her bag behind her through the lobby and lifted her head, meeting the brown eyes of the one man she was supposed to hate.

Her pulse spiked and she wasn’t sure if it was anger or because she still yearned for him, even now, when he’d broken her heart.

Sienna parked her suitcase by the white chairs and stomped toward him, the soles of her tennis shoes gaining traction on the white marble floor. She brought her hand to her chest and held it close, like she needed to defend herself, though she’d come to him.

The man, seated, long legs crossed, hid behind a newspaper. She dropped her hand to her side. How was this possible?

Dark hair trimmed short was visible over the paper, his elegant body clad in a tailored black suit, the white cuffs of his shirt crisp. She’d know him anywhere and she’d recognized those brown eyes on her—they were burned in her memory. “Aaden?”

His glanced at her and his face paled. The newspaper in his hands fell to the floor beside him and he stood, taller than her by a foot. He’d been working out in the past two years since their would-be wedding day, his biceps muscled beneath his suit jacket.

With a white face and lips pressed together, she knew he was trying to think his way out of this, but instead he said, “Can I help you, miss?”

Miss? He had a lot of nerve. She took off her sunglasses and crossed her arms, wishing she’d worn a business suit or something powerful instead of her stupid yellow sundress with a flower pattern. She tapped her foot. “Aaden Bentley. Am I dreaming?”

He tossed his head back like she’d slapped him, which she probably should have, but then he said, “You must be mistaken.”

Of all the… Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she lifted her chin. No, she’d not cry for him. He’d left that stupid note and disappeared. She grabbed his white shirt, unbuttoned the top two buttons and shook her head as she pointed to the arrow with his mother’s name on it. “Jasmine. Same tattoo.”

He tugged his shirt closed at the neck, but his face was bright red rather than white. “I don’t remember where I got this.”