She’s messy. Loud. Covered in flour. And now she’s my wife. I marry her to solve a problem. She marries me to survive one. No feelings. No drama. No future. That’s the deal. But Selene moves into my world like a storm—tripping over my rules, humming in my kitchen, and looking at me like I’m not a man made of stone. She’s not perfect. She’s chaos in a sundress. And she’s making it harder to remember why this marriage was supposed to be fake. Because the longer she stays… The more I want to keep her. Even if loving her risks everything I’ve built. Even if losing her might break the only heart I swore I didn’t have. Read on for fake marriage, forced proximity, grumpy/sunshine, late-night slow burns, and one cold billionaire who never saw her coming. HEA guaranteed.