Have Yourself a Merried Little Christmas

I love Christmas.
The lights, the music, the whole ridiculous magic of it. I soak it all up.
So, of course, I chose the season to marry the man who knocked me breathless the first moment we met.
Dark, handsome, built like temptation itself.
His family? Not quite so much.
But I was ready to tolerate his domineering mother and his father’s over-the-top work ethic if it meant getting my happily ever after.
What I didn’t expect was his twin brother.
The one no one bothered to mention.
The one who left the note, sent the flowers, and deceived me into marriage instead of with my actual fiancé…all while swearing his brother was going to ruin me.
Financially, legally, and emotionally.
However, Bronte Vasiliou is no Christmas miracle.
He’s the unhinged twin who slipped into his brother’s place, played the part too well, and made sure I felt every one of his lies against every surface of my house.
He lied. He betrayed me.
And now he wants to keep me as his wife because, according to him, he’s the one I belonged to first.
Although I’m pretty sure I want to run from both brothers before Christmas is over.
Christmas fantasies be damn.