She signed the contract. She didn't read the fine print. Twenty-three-year-old Selene Marchetti has spent her whole life saying yes. Yes to her father's demands, yes to her family's debts, yes to a future she never chose. So when ruthless Greek billionaire Damon Vasilakis offers her a way out, she signs his marriage contract without reading every line. Six months. One fake marriage. One staggering payout. The terms are simple. She plays the perfect society wife. She shares his bed when the cameras are watching. She never asks questions. What she doesn't expect is the heat. The way Damon's hands feel when he undresses her to convince his board the marriage is real. The way his mouth makes promises his eyes refuse to keep. The way she starts begging for things a good girl should never want. What she really doesn't expect is Adrian Cole. Damon's head of security. Six foot four of dangerous silence, with eyes that follow her through every room. The man who shouldn't be looking at her the way he does. The man Damon shouldn't be looking at the way he does either. The contract was never about love. It was about a lie. And Selene was supposed to be a prop. But the prop is fighting back. The prop is making them both lose control. And buried in the fine print is a clause not even the lawyers caught. If Selene falls pregnant, the marriage becomes permanent. No exit. No escape. Two men who were never supposed to want her. A body that has stopped listening to her head. And six months to decide whether to run, or burn it all down. Some contracts are made to be broken. This one was made to break her.