"I'll clear your debt. In exchange, you'll be my wife for one year." I thought he was joking. Or insane. Or some drunk hallucination my starved brain conjured. But the gun’s click still rang in my ears, and the man before me— all sharp suits and sharper eyes —didn’t smell of alcohol. He smelled like money and winter.  *** Lina is drowning... in debt, in despair, in the bruises her stepmother leaves behind. When loan sharks corner her in a filthy alley, salvation comes in the form of Kieran Wolf, a billionaire so ruthless they say he sold his soul for power. His offer is simple: Marry him. Obey him. Pretend to love him. In return, he’ll wipe her debts clean. But Kieran’s world is gilded poison. His penthouse has **rules**: No questions. No east wing. *No touching.* Yet every time his amber eyes rake over her, Lina feels the burn of a different kind of debt—one neither of them can pay. Kieran needs a wife to secure his empire. What he doesn’t need is the way Lina’s defiance ignites something feral in him. She was supposed to be collateral. Now, with every whispered secret in the dark, every scar she traces without flinching, he’s at risk of breaking his own rule: Never love what you own.