Elena Sinclair lost the baby Weston Lang never knew about. She lost her mother's trust fund to a cruel marriage clause. And on the morning of Weston's wedding to another woman, she lost the last of her pride in a stranger's lap at a nightclub. The stranger turns out to be Damian Whitfield — Weston's ice-cold, untouchable uncle, and the one man in the family everyone is afraid of. Elena doesn't want his heart. She wants his name, just long enough to unlock her dying mother's fortune before Weston's mistresses and her father's second family bury her alive. "Marry me," she tells him, laying out every term like a business deal. "Let me get what's legally mine from my family. As soon as the money clears my account, I will sign the divorce papers the same week." He should refuse. A billionaire like Damian Whitfield doesn't need a bride with nothing left to lose. Instead, he unbuttons his shirt and asks her one dangerous question: what happens when the deal stops feeling like a deal? Because Damian Whitfield doesn't share control. And Elena Sinclair refuses to be owned. Somewhere between the fake vows and the real bruises he leaves on her skin, the rules of their arrangement start to break — and so does everyone who underestimated them both.