Pearl Martins has spent her whole life doing math that never adds up — tuition against rent, four exhausting jobs against a father's mounting hospital bills, hope against exhaustion. She's given up crying because tears don't pay debts. What she hasn't given up on is her father, even as his failing heart pushes her closer to the edge of everything she has left to give. Then a stranger's fortune saves her father's life in a single night, and Pearl believes, for one brief moment, that the impossible has finally happened for free. It hasn't. Douglas Knight, an aging billionaire running out of time, doesn't want gratitude. He wants a trade. His grandson, Nathaniel, hasn't walked in almost a year, hasn't left his room in four months, and has fired every doctor, therapist, and hope anyone has tried to hand him since the accident that broke him. Douglas believes medicine has failed his grandson — but a woman who understands broken people from the inside out might not. All Pearl has to do is marry a man who wants nothing to do with her. The contract is simple: no romance, no intimacy, no falling in love — or the arrangement ends immediately, along with her father's treatment. Nathaniel makes it clear from the first night that he sees her as nothing more than a nurse his grandfather purchased. But Pearl isn't there to fix him. She's there because she doesn't have the luxury of giving up on the people who need her — and slowly, despite every wall he's built, that quiet persistence starts to reach him. But healing Nathaniel means asking questions this family has spent eleven months burying. Questions about an accident that wasn't as simple as everyone claims. Questions his own aunt would rather see buried forever — even if it means destroying the one person finally bringing him back to life. Some people marry for love. Some marry for money. Pearl Martins married to save her father's life — and is about to discover the cost of everything she's uncovering along the way.