Fake Marrying the Billionaire by Elizabeth Lynx

Dear Mysterious Woman in Jail Cell Next To Mine,
You’re the one. The woman I am meant to marry. Me not knowing what you look like or even your name is no concern of mine. Well, maybe a little. But you sound hot.

Wait, that doesn’t sound right. Let me try again. I’m a billionaire. Even the huge gossip site, Masked Eyes, calls me devilishly handsome and billionaire I’d like to bang.
My publicist is telling me to erase the previous paragraph, but I don’t think I will because I want you to know that I got a lot going for me. Someone that many women would love to marry, but I am choosing you.
Will you marry me? No pressure, but I need to know soon. I have an inheritance depending on it.