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"Sign the contract, Ava. Play the part of my perfect woman for six months, and I will wipe out your debt by morning. Refuse, and watch your father’s legacy burn." He is Ethan Alexander Blackwood, the cold, pragmatic "Ice King" CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire who treats human connection as a dangerous liability. But when a calculated corporate scandal threatens to strip him of his crown, he needs an immediate public shield to protect his throne. She is Ava Grace Carter, a fiercely resilient event planner drowning under a mountain of predatory debt. She loathes everything Ethan’s elite world stands for. But with twenty-one days left before the bank seizes her late father's company, she is forced to sell her freedom to the devil in a tailored suit. The Rules of the Game Were Simple: Never look at each other with real emotion in public. Never ask about the secrets hiding in the dark. Never, under any circumstances, fall in love. But the moment Ava steps into his ultra-elite high society world under the fake arrangement, their transactional walls begin to crack. Deep family secrets reveal their matching fates were never an accident. Someone in the shadows wants them both dead, and the ultimate threat hides behind the faces they trust the most. As the contract lines blur into a dangerous obsession, Ava breaks her ultimate rule. But in a game where devastating betrayal lurks behind every close smile, trusting the Ice King might be the most lethal risk of all.

“It’s still her.” Three words. That was all it took for the carefully constructed world of my last five years to shatter into dust at my feet. Zane didn’t even have the decency to look away as he said it. For twenty years, I had been the third wheel. The reliable shadow to Jovienne’s brilliant sun. I had buried my own feelings for Zane so deep I almost forgot they existed, only daring to dig them up and confess them after Jovi had left the country and broken his heart. We built a life. A marriage. I truly believed, in my foolish, hopeful heart, that it was my happy ending. Now Jovienne was back, and the illusion was gone. The love of my life saw me only as a consolation prize. As my world collapses, the last person I expect comfort from is her husband—a man as cold and polished as he is powerful. Vance sees the same betrayal in my eyes that he sees in his wife's. Leaning in, his voice a dangerous whisper, he proposed the unthinkable: "They are living in the past. Let's be each other's revenge. What do you say, Nerissa?" I should avoid at all costs. It was a game that could burn our broken worlds to the ground. But as I looked into his eyes and saw the same raw, humiliating betrayal reflected back at me, the answer poised on my lips wasn't "no." It was a terrifying, thrilling question. “What,” I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt, “did you have in mind?”