Dylan doesn’t just run the city; she owns it, usually by the throat. As the syndicate’s most ruthless boss, her schedule is packed with hostile takeovers, strategic assassinations, and finding new ways to make her enemies regret their birth—There’s no room for romance. So, with a grandfather whose final will demands a "stable, married successor" to inherit the empire, Dylan is forced to secure her throne before her two flaky, incompetent brothers can burn the legacy to the ground.Enter Zoë, the man who manages her with the patience of a saint. He’s the only one who knows exactly how Dylan likes her coffee (black, like her soul), how to scrub a crime scene, organize a hostile takeover, and handle Dylan’s temper, all by the 12:00 p.m. lunch reservation.So, Dylan forces him into a marriage of convenience to satisfy the old man’s archaic demands, Zoë demands that the charade is strictly professional: Dylan plays the doting wife to the board, and Zoë remains the man who keeps her secrets.But there’s a problem: the more Zoë tries to keep their "marriage" professional, the more Dylan enjoys keeping him on a very short leash. And between dodging assassination attempts and navigating the absolute absurdity (and bliss) of their staged rom-con, Zoë is about to find out that demands or not, Dylan is the undisputed commander-in-chief, both in the boardroom and the bedroom.It’s a romance of convenience, a legacy of crime, and a power dynamic that’s about to get very, very messy. And really, who knew blackmail could be this romantic?