One year. Two million dollars. Zero feelings.
That was the deal.
Bartender Jade Torres doesn't believe in fairy tales. She believes in survival, in tips, in the father she visits behind prison glass. So when cold, calculating billionaire Dominic Thorne walks into her bar and offers her a contract—marry me for one year, get two million dollars—she tells herself it's just business.
He needs a wife to secure a merger.
She needs the money to save her dying father.
Simple.
Except nothing about Dominic Thorne is simple.
He's ice wrapped in Armani, a man who doesn't do feelings, doesn't do attachment, doesn't do love. But behind closed doors, she sees the cracks—the nightmares, the foster care coin he carries, the way he looks at her when he thinks she isn't watching.
And then she discovers the truth.
Twelve years ago, Dominic was the key witness who put her father in prison. His testimony. His fault. Her family's blood on his hands.
Now Jade has a choice: walk away with the money, or stay close enough to destroy him.
But the closer she gets, the harder it is to remember which side she's on. Because someone else is pulling strings—someone who framed her father, who's been playing them both from the start. And that someone will kill to keep the truth buried.
They said it was just a contract.
They said no feelings allowed.
They were wrong about everything.
