She crosses her fingers as she says “I do.” I grip her waist like I’ll never let go. She thinks this marriage is fake. That she can outlast me. That hate will keep her safe. She’s wrong. I bought her company. Now I’m buying her soul—one kiss, one vow, one ruined whisper at a time. She wants two years and freedom. I want forever and her on her knees. And I always win. Read on for enemies-to-lovers heat, fake vows with real filth, obsession in a tuxedo, and a billionaire who marries his rival just to make her beg. HEA Guaranteed.