I didn’t mean to walk into Dominic Ashford’s office. I definitely didn’t mean to witness his ex-wife trying to destroy him. But the moment his cold, lethal gaze locked onto mine, my life stopped being my own. I need two million dollars in thirty days or my father dies. Dominic needs a fiancée to convince his board he’s stable enough to inherit his company. The solution is simple. Clinical. Contractual. No feelings. No questions. No touching unless someone’s watching. Except Dominic doesn’t touch like a man pretending. And when his hand settles at my lower back in public, my body forgets the rules long before my mind does. At night, in his penthouse, the air turns heavy with things we’re not allowed to want. He looks at me like I’m a risk. I look at him like he’s my only way out. But contracts don’t protect hearts. And when I uncover the truth about his grandfather’s death and realize loving Dominic might be more dangerous than losing him. I understand too late. The most dangerous clause wasn’t about love. It was about what happens when the deal ends.