As Adrian pulled into the driveway of one of the biggest and most elegant houses Lopez had ever seen, she reminded herself she was here to play the role of a billionaire's wife, not a maid, so she needed to act as though she belonged here.

Stepping out of the car, she felt ridiculously overdressed in the designer gown Adrian had insisted she wear. The white mansion, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, looked like a castle, and she felt like a fake princess.

A woman with warm eyes and a welcoming smile emerged from the house.

"Adrian, darling! You finally made it."

Her gaze shifted to...