The mahogany table in my father's boardroom was long enough to host a minor war. Today, it hosted a betrayal. My name is Elena Vasquez. My father sold me to settle a feud. The contract was cold, legal, and absolute. Two years of cohabitation. Public appearances. No love. Julian Major is the condescending heir who signed it first. He looks at me like I'm a problem to solve, an asset to acquire, a signature on a page. He's cold. Arrogant. Infuriating. I hate him. At least, that's what I tell myself. But when he pays for my mother's surgery without being asked, when he holds me after my father humiliates me, when his gray eyes soften in ways they shouldn't—I start to wonder if I was wrong. Then he steps between me and my father's fury at a gala. His jaw is tight, his voice is ice, and he tells my father he'll destroy him before he lets him touch me again. And when we're alone, he confesses the truth: he's been watching me for two years. He fell in love with me the night I humiliated his mother at a Christmas gala. He orchestrated the merger just to get close to me. He says he'll burn the world to keep me safe. And for the first time in my life, I believe someone means it. Now I just have to decide: was I sold to a monster—or was I saved by the one man who sees me as more than a contract?