Ivy Bennett hasn't slept properly in three days. Her flower shop is barely holding on, her landlord's patience is running out, and now the hospital has cancelled her little brother's surgery over an unpaid balance she has no way of covering in time. Forty-eight hours. That's what she's got before it's too late for Noah. So she does something reckless, she crashes the city's biggest charity gala to beg the one man cold enough, rich enough, to write that check without blinking.Damian Cross doesn't do charity. He doesn't do mercy, either. And he definitely doesn't expect some florist to corner him near the champagne tower and refuse to leave until he hears her out. But there's something about her; the way she won't back down, won't apologize for asking, that makes him offer her something else entirely.Marriage. One year. Seven million dollars. And she has to convince everyone, including the tabloids camped outside his building, that they're actually in love.Ivy says yes because Noah's life matters more than her pride ever could. What she doesn't realize is that Damian isn't marrying her to clean up his image. He's marrying her because her name, her mother's name, is already stitched into a secret his family buried years ago. A secret someone killed to protect once. And won't think twice about doing again.