He needed a wife before Monday.She needed a future she could afford.Neither of them expected a contract signed in black ink to rewrite their hearts.When 26-year-old Amara Bennett loses her apartment and watches her dream of opening a design studio slip further away, she's offered an unbelievable deal by a stranger in an expensive suit.Elias Kingston, a 31-year-old billionaire CEO, has one problem money can't solve. To inherit control of his family's company, he must be legally married within thirty days—a condition written into his late grandfather's will.His solution? A one-year marriage contract with clear rules:No falling in love.No interfering in each other's private lives.At the end of twelve months, they walk away.Living together in a luxurious penthouse should have been easy.Until midnight conversations replace awkward silence.Until fake kisses for the cameras begin to feel real.Until jealousy starts breaking rules neither of them admitted they cared about.The contract promised an ending.Their hearts have other plans.

🔥The War We Call Us 🔥 1. We don't date. We declare war. And I'm losing. 2. He's not my boyfriend. He's my ceasefire. And it just expired.3. They call it a relationship. I call it mutually assured destruction. 4. First we hated. Then we kissed. Now we're counting casualties.5. POV: Your ex is also your enemy, your addiction, and the only person who understands your crazy. 6.We promised we'd stop hurting each other. We lied. Twice. 7. He's the war I keep enlisting in. Even when I come home in a body bag. 8.Love is war. And baby, we're both war criminals. THE WAR WE CALL US🥵We didn't fall in love. We invaded each other. I hated him first. He was arrogant. Ruthless. The boy who ruined my brother's life and called it business. He kissed me first. Against a wall. Like he was trying to start a fight and end one at the same time. I left him first. Changed my number. My city. My name. He found me anyway. We swore it was over. Then he showed up at my wedding. To someone else. And I let him ruin it. We don't have anniversaries. We have truces. We don't say "I love you." We say "don't shoot yet." Everyone says we're toxic. They're right. But peace never made my heart race like his hands around my throat. This isn't a love story. It's a casualty report. And I'm still signing up for the next war. Read if you like: Enemies-to-lovers who never really stop being enemies

JESSICA AND HER BOSS.... SUNDENLLY FINDS THEM SELF IN A CONFUSING LOVE STORY...WHERE BOTH HIDE THEIR FEELINGS AND ACT LIKE THEY DON'T...BUT DEEP DON'T THEY DO. THEYLL FACE MANY UPS AND DOWNS BUT AT THE END .................... WILL THEY FINALLY GET TOGETHER? OR WILL IT ALL BE A.