The Problem With Billionaires. Billionaire Club, #4

But if a prince and a waif fall in love, where will they live?Booker, The American PrinceThat's how tabloids refer to me. I hate it. Yes, my mother married the monarch of a small European principality, but it doesn't define me. Still, every time I step outside, the cameras are flashing. I've thrown myself into my work, built my own empire, and avoided any relationships. If you don't give fuel for the fire, they'll leave you alone.
Right? Hasn't worked so far. Then I find her. Literally.I trip over her in the street. And she's mine. Finders keepers and all that. Marigold, The WaifMy life is a disaster. When my stepmother moves away with no warning, leaving me homeless, I'm left on the street with nothing but the clothes on my back. Scared and alone, I'm facing my first night on the street. In the pouring rain. That's when he falls over me.
That's when he decides I'm his. It should all be happily ever after. But this is my life, and things never quite work out that way.