When Lily’s mother fell ill, she had no choice but to marry a stranger—Arthur Stark, a man as dangerously beautiful as the rumors claimed. But behind his striking looks lies a cold, ruthless billionaire with ties to the mafia. He never lets anyone close. Not even his own wife. Lily gasps as he steps near, his presence overwhelming. The scent of his cologne mixes with cigarette smoke, layered with something deeper—earth and rain. She notices the way his muscles shift beneath his shirt, the faint scar trailing down his forearm. For a fleeting moment, she imagines his touch, his kiss. Then he smirks, sharp as a blade. "Don’t worry, Lily,"he murmurs, voice dripping with disdain. "I won’t touch you. I don’t want to." Trapped in a marriage of ice and secrets, Lily must navigate a world of danger and desire—where the only thing more perilous than her husband’s enemies… is her own heart.