“What the hell…?” I stared at the words on the page. MARRIAGE PROPOSAL — ONE YEAR CONTRACT. Adrian Knight wanted me to marry him. For one year. And in exchange, he was offering me five million dollars. I read the amount again, waiting for the numbers to change. They didn't. Five million dollars was enough to solve every problem I had ever faced. Enough to give my father the care he needed without worrying about where the next payment would come from. But there was a catch. No love. No expectations. No promises. Separate bedrooms. Public appearances. Absolute confidentiality. And after one year, our marriage would be over. Simple, right? Except Adrian Knight wasn't the kind of man who did anything without a reason. He was powerful, arrogant, and so impossibly wealthy that he could make an offer like this without blinking. So why me? I'd barely spoken to the man for ten minutes, yet he'd decided I was the woman he wanted to marry. I should have walked away. I should have thrown that ridiculous contract in the trash and forgotten his name. But when your entire world is falling apart, five million dollars is a very difficult offer to refuse. I signed up to be his temporary wife. I just didn't know that one year with Adrian Knight would be enough to turn a business arrangement into something neither of us had planned for.