“You’ll sleep in a separate room,” he said. “Unless you decide not to.” I took the deal for the money. One year. No sex. No emotions. But Julian Styles the cold, filthy-rich CEO of Styles Corporation—wasn’t just a contract. He became an addiction . I told myself not to want him. Not when he touched me like I belonged to him. Not when he kissed me like he was unraveling. And just when I started to fall for the man I was never supposed to love… I was kidnapped. Tied to a chair. Used as leverage. And when he found me, he didn’t speak. He just burned everything in his path. “You weren’t supposed to matter,” he whispered. “But you do. God help me, you do. Welcome to a fake marriage worth two billion dollars…And a love story that was never supposed to happen.