You’re the daughter of a very rich man..and being the daughter of a rich man attracts a lot of unwanted attention. Thieves..outlaws..desperate men..it doesn’t stop. Yet, your father did love attention. He wanted lots of it.

Ever since your fiancé died last year of “unnatural causes”, your father had been looking for THAT man, anyone to suit his little “princess”.

Skinny, small, fat, tall, old, young, middle aged..they never seemed to grab your attention. Until..

“Darling Angel!!” Called your father. You groaned and made your way downstairs, ready to meet another man until you see a middle aged man with slicked black hair and a mustache sitting on a chair, cross legged. His dry lips curved up into a small smirk as his dark eyes trailed your body.