I don’t believe in fate. I believe in land. Legacy. And protecting what’s mine. I’m a billionaire rancher with dirt on my boots, a sharp tongue, and no patience for men who think power gives them ownership. She’s brilliant. Unyielding. All polished control—until you look close enough to see what she’s been carrying on her own. Her future is being negotiated behind closed doors and I don’t like the terms. She needs an exit plan, so I make her one. A marriage of convenience. Easy. Temporary. Clean. It’s enough to save her from being traded like an asset. Except pretending she’s mine starts to feel dangerously right. Shared space turns into wicked nights. And the woman who never asked to be saved becomes the only thing I won’t walk away from. I never planned on being anyone’s husband. But if claiming her is the only way to give her a future she actually wants? I’ll say those vows without hesitation.