I signed the contract because my mom was dying and I had no money left.One year. One baby. Then I walk away with $120,000 and forget it ever happened.Dominic Hale made it clear from the start. He needs an heir to protect his empire. I'm just the vessel. No feelings. No complications. No falling in love.It was supposed to be simple.But nothing about living in his cold, silent house is simple. Nothing about the way he watches me when he thinks I'm not looking. Nothing about the small things he does—the crackers by my bed when I'm sick, the way his voice softens when we're alone, the night he falls asleep on the couch and I cover him with a blanket.I tell myself it doesn't mean anything.Then I find the photo.A girl who looks exactly like me. His dead girlfriend. The reason he chose me from hundreds of applicants.I'm not carrying his future. I'm carrying his past.Now the contract has an expiration date, but this baby growing inside me doesn't. And Dominic isn't the cold, controlled man I thought he was.He's broken. Haunted. And falling for me as hard as I'm falling for him.When my year ends and my daughter is born, I'll have to choose: take my money and disappear, or stay with a man who hired me to replace a ghost—but somehow made me feel like the only woman who's ever mattered.The problem is, I already spent the money saving my mom.And I already gave him my heart.