Blurb
A marriage on paper.
It was supposed to be a business arrangement.
A fake family.
A public image.
A signature on a contract.
He needed stability to protect his daughter. She needed a job—and somewhere to belong.
A carefully drafted agreement with an expiration date.
No feelings.
No promises.
The rules were clear.
The contract was binding.
Neither one thought they’d need to revise the clause about falling in love.