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Twelve billionaires. Six weeks. One superyacht. Absolutely no adult supervision. Y/N planned on spending her summer drinking overpriced champagne, making terrible decisions across the Mediterranean, and avoiding anything resembling emotional responsibility. Unfortunately, Sébastien Moreau—French billionaire, professional control freak, and the man she’s spent eight years pretending she can’t stand—is sleeping three doors down. Add one forgotten kiss, several jealousy-fueled hookups, midnight swims, Monaco casinos, Ibiza clubs, secret 3 A.M. bedroom visits, a dangerously observant friend group, and social media documenting every horrible decision, and their annual billionaire vacation is about to become an international fucking disaster. They have six weeks to keep their hands off each other. They don’t even make it out of Monaco.