She dives for lost gold. He collects lost things. Neither expects to drown.Lux Mora hasn't slept in three days. Her father’s memory is slipping away, the medical bills are stacking like threats, and somewhere at the bottom of the Cayman Trench lies a Spanish galleon carrying enough treasure to buy him more time. She found the wreck with her own hands, her own battered equipment, her own stubborn hope. No lawyers. No billionaires. Just her and the dark water.Then Rafael Costa lands a helicopter on her deck.The man buys countries the way she buys gas station coffee — fast, expensive, and without asking permission. His fortune could fund a small nation. His smile never reaches his eyes. And fifteen years ago, his brother sank into the same trench and never surfaced.He doesn't want the gold. He wants the truth.She doesn't want a partner. She wants a paycheck.Their contract is cold. Sixty-forty. No romance. No heroics. Just a wreck, a dive schedule, and a careful distance she intends to keep.But the ocean has a way of stripping lies.One night in a leaking submersible. Two working lungs between them. A confession whispered through a regulator. And suddenly the line between saving each other and destroying themselves blurs into nothing.He'll offer her the world if she stays.She'll walk away if he asks even once.Gilded Wreckage is a slow-burn billionaire romance about people who don't believe in fairytales — until they find one buried in the mud, rust, and silence three hundred feet under the sea

He's worth billions. He's also the biggest jerk I've ever met.My job was simple: deliver the documents, leave the penthouse, never think about him again.Then the elevator stopped.Now I'm trapped in the dark with Manhattan's most ruthless billionaire, his expensive cologne, and a mouth that says cruel things while his eyes say something else entirely.He offers me a deal. A ridiculous, infuriating, life-changing deal.Pretend to be his fiancée for six weeks. In exchange, every debt I owe disappears.The rules are simple. No touching. No feelings. No telling anyone the truth.But in his world, rules are made to be broken.And the coldest cash? It burns the hottest when it finally catches fire.