I married him to disappear.

A new name. A buried past. A contract meant to keep me safe.

Three months. That was the deal.

Rowan Vale is a scarred billionaire with cold eyes, ruthless control, and rules carved in stone. No feelings. No attachments. No crossing lines.

But then come the touches that feel far too intimate for a fake marriage.

A possessive hand settling on my waist in crowded rooms.

A low voice outside my bedroom door long after midnight.

The way my name falls from his lips—slow, dangerous, addictive—like it was never meant to belong to anyone else.

Nothing about him feels temporary.

He doesn’t love softly. He consumes. Protects. Possesses.

And the longer I stay trapped in his world of luxury, danger, and secrets, the harder it becomes to remember why I agreed to this marriage in the first place.

I thought the contract would save me from the people hunting me.

I was wrong.

Because the real danger was never my past.

It was falling for the man I was never supposed to want.