"Sign it, or watch the bulldozers take everything your grandmother ever loved." Wren Calloway has six months, $412,000 in debt, and one greenhouse left to save. Then she walks into a sixty-third-floor penthouse to install a luxury orchid display, and finds out the client is Damian Voss: the cold, untouchable real estate tycoon who just bought her family's lease and called her life's work "one line item." She tells him exactly what she thinks of him. She storms out in tears. And that's when the cameras go off. By morning, the whole city believes Wren is Damian's secret lover. By midnight, he has a contract on the table. Six months as his devoted fiancée. A ring, a mansion, a smile for every camera. In return, every cent of her debt erased and the greenhouse deed placed in her hands on the day of the board vote. His scheming uncle is circling, waiting for one scandal to steal the CEO chair. Damian needs a perfect, steady, scandal-free bride. Wren is the furthest thing from perfect, a stubborn, dirt-under-her-nails florist who can't keep her mouth shut and has never backed down from a fight in her life. She signs at 11:58 p.m., two minutes before her grandmother's dream dies. The rules are simple: Public affection only. Separate bedrooms. No feelings. Ever. But Damian doesn't act like a man following rules when a socialite humiliates Wren in front of three hundred guests. He doesn't act like a man following rules when his hand lingers at her collar, or when his eyes catch hers a second too long. And then, in the elevator, the doors close. His warmth vanishes. His face goes blank as a locked door. He's the best liar she's ever met. How is she supposed to know what's real? Before she can find out, his phone explodes with a breaking headline: a leaked "contract" exposing their engagement as a fraud. Someone close to them has betrayed them. The company, the greenhouse, and Wren's name are all on the line. Now she's locked inside his mansion, trapped with a man who trusts no one, and she's starting to wonder if the scariest thing in this house isn't the traitor. It's how much she wants him to be telling the truth. Six months. One contract. Two enemies who were never supposed to fall. Because the vote and the foreclosure share the same deadline, and by April 23rd, one of them will lose everything. Will she walk away with her greenhouse, or lose her heart to the ruthless billionaire who bought her?

Amelia Rowan has one chance to clear her father's name, and it begins with breaking into a billionaire's office. Five years ago, her father was blamed for a fraud that emptied a retirees' pension fund, and he died disgraced. Now she is hiding under a new name, with a stolen badge and a ridiculous proposal for Alexander Voss, the CEO whose company bought that fund. Marry me. Alexander must be married within three weeks or his grandfather's trust hands his empire to the chairman, Graham Pryce. The trust has one cruel rule: every month, each spouse must seal one true, never-told secret with the trustee, and a single lie destroys everything. Amelia can't afford to tell the truth about who she is. Alexander can't afford to learn it. Because the man who ruined her father is watching, and he already knows her real name.

Aria Kim hat nur noch 8.000 auf dem Konto. Um 7:42 Uhr bekommt ihr Haus den roten Stempel. In 7 Tagen Abriss. Der Vermieter hat 180.000 von drei Familien genommen und verspielt. Das Ventil kostet 60.000, die Reparatur muss um 5 Uhr morgens sein. Jace ist der kalte Hotel-Boss. Schwarzer Anzug, grauer Schal. Seine Großmutter hat ihn gestrickt, um zu beweisen, dass Grau warm sein kann. Sein Großvater ist 82, krank, schlechte Beine, Rollstuhl, er kontrolliert alle Anteile. Jace braucht in 12 Stunden eine Ehefrau auf dem Papier. Für den Großvater. Für das Board-Dinner um 19 Uhr im Penthouse, 30. Stock. 50 Millionen. 10 Millionen sofort, nur für die Reparatur. 40 Millionen nach 30 Tagen. Regel 1: Geheim. Niemand in der Firma darf es wissen. Regel 2: Zweite Wohnung im 15. Stock für 7 Tage. Regel 3: Keine Gefühle, nur Geschäft. Regel 4: Leise Scheidung danach. Aber es gibt dreieckigen Toast, der mehr Spaß macht als viereckiger. Und eine Katze namens Tofu, die alle hasst. Und 22 Grad sind wärmer als 10 Grad. 30 Tage auf dem Papier. Kann es echt werden?