I signed a marriage contract to save my life.To the world, I became the wife of a powerful CEO—cold, untouchable, and far above my reach.But to him, I was never his wife.Only a signature on paper. A transaction. A mistake he never intended to acknowledge.“You are my wife on paper only,” he told me the night I stepped into his mansion.“Do not confuse it with reality.”So I learned to live beside a man who refused to see me.To sit across from him at dinner while his gaze stayed distant—never lingering, never softening… even when I could feel it flicker over me when he thought I wasn’t looking.To sleep in a room where the air between us grew heavier each night, as if something unspoken was tightening, pulling, demanding attention neither of us would admit.He never touched me.At least… not in the ways that should matter.But silence can feel like a touch too.And restraint can feel like punishment.The longer I stayed his “contract wife,” the more I realized something was wrong.Because a man like him doesn’t ignore what he doesn’t care about.He avoids what he wants too much.Then the cracks began to show—small, dangerous moments he didn’t intend to give me.A look that stayed a second too long.A step too close when he should have walked away.A voice that turned rougher only when it said my name.And behind it all… a secret buried inside our contract.One that makes this marriage more dangerous than either of us should survive.Now I’m trapped in a house with a man who refuses to claim me -but looks at me like resisting me is becoming his greatest failure.And I’m starting to wonder how long he can hold back…before the contract between us stops being the only thing binding us together.