Summary
Summary
She agreed to marry a stranger to save her dying grandmother’s peace of mind. He agreed because his grandmother threatened to take his company. Neither expected to fall in love.
Lavinia Voss is twenty years old, exhausted, and one crisis away from breaking. By day, she endures a boss who treats her desperation as leverage. By night, she sits at her grandmother’s hospital bedside, watching the woman who raised her fade away. There’s no money, no backup, no door she can see. Just a prayer she’s not sure anyone is listening to.
Jack Massion is twenty-nine, controlled, and has built an empire on the certainty that no one wants him for himself. When his formidable grandmother orders him to marry her oldest friend’s granddaughter—or lose the company—he signs the contract, ships a ring, and stays on another continent. It’s just business. Until it isn’t.
Lavinia moves into his house and fills it with rescued plants, thrift-store cast iron, and rocks from hospital parking lots. She barely touches the fortune he gives her. She goes to work, to the hospital, to bed, and does it again. She never asks for anything.
Jack watches from a distance—the bank account that doesn’t move, the Goodwill pans, the way she sits in a plastic chair and holds her grandmother’s hand for hours. Piece by piece, his assumptions crumble. And when a crisis finally breaks her open, he has to learn the hardest lesson of his life: she doesn’t need him to fix anything. She just needs him to stay in the room.
The Contract is a slow-burn romance about two wounded people who marry for every wrong reason and find themselves building something real out of cast-off furniture, bad coffee, and the stubborn belief that good things can stay.
Hooked already 🪝👏