The deal was simple: marry my teammate’s sister, fake the fairy tale, get her a green card, and part ways like it never happened. 

No feelings. No strings. No complications.

Yeah, well… that didn’t go according to plan.

We caught feelings. Big ones.

Now she’s pregnant, with my baby. And just when I’m ready to admit this might be more than just a deal, she drops a bombshell: she’s leaving. Headed back to Slovakia.

And she’s taking my kid with her.

That’s not happening. 

She might think it’s over—but this story? It’s just getting started. Because they’re both mine, and I’m not letting go without a fight.