Say You're My Wife

Michela
When the made man I just met said “pretend you’re mine” for a night,
he never mentioned he’d tell everyone I’m his wife.
Now, we’re stuck in a marriage neither of us prepared for,
and since he’s the man mobsters are afraid off, I might not even survive.

Corrado
I needed a date.
Conveniently, the pretty woman who walked into my apartment needed money.
Neither of us needed a relationship.
Least of all one with disturbingly addictive feelings.
But there’s this thing about my wife. She looks like an angel.
And I’m the damned soul who can’t resist.

He needed a wife.
She needed money.
In a marriage of convenience, they find the one thing they never searched for.