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Celeste Hayes doesn't believe in love-only business. After three failed engagements, she's built a career as a contract bride, offering men a no-strings-attached marriage. No emotions, no complications. Ethan Caldwell needs an escape. His vindictive ex-wife is threatening his career and custody of his son. A contract marriage with Celeste is the perfect solution-strictly business. Until it isn't. Celeste has always worn her independence like a crown, untouchable. But Ethan sees past her walls. What started as a deal turns into stolen glances, real conversations, and something neither expected-love. But when old fears and past wounds resurface, Celeste must decide: walk away like she always has or take a chance on the one man who wants more than a contract-he wants her as the queen of his heart. Will they break the contract...or rewrite their love story?

Buried Crown Chapter 1 The Arrival and settling in.

Celeste POV:

Celeste Hayes had always known that in her line of work-contract marriages-emotions were liabilities. In a big city where every interaction was measured in business transactions, she prided herself on keeping things clinical. Yet as she parked her sleek, dark car outside the modern estate, her practiced façade wavered ever so slightly. Today, as always, she had a job to do, and the contract was as clear as the polished glass of the building before her.

She reviewed the details on the drive over: one year of a marriage of convenience. Ethan Caldwell, a well-to-do architect with a complicated personal life, needed a wife to help him secure custody of his young son. Celeste's reputation for a cool, emotionless approach had made her the obvious choice for someone who wanted to keep personal feelings at bay. Still, something about this particular arrangement tugged at her-an inexplicable awareness that this job might not be as routine as the others.

Taking a deep breath, Celeste stepped out of the car. The estate was a grand, modern structure with floor-to-ceiling windows, manicured lawns, and a quiet luxury that spoke of understated wealth. In the distance, the hum of early morning city life reminded her that nothing ever stayed quiet for long.

Before she could knock, the large front door swung open, revealing Ethan Caldwell in a moment of unexpected vulnerability. Standing in the doorway with rolled-up sleeves and bare feet, Ethan's presence was both commanding and disarmingly casual. His eyes met hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken despite her best efforts to remain aloof.

"Mrs. Caldwell," he said, his tone both formal and tentative.

"Mr. Caldwell," she replied, offering a practiced smile.

Their exchange was like a handshake-business formalities setting the stage for what was to come. Yet in that brief moment, Celeste sensed more than just a contractual formality. There was an undercurrent of something else-a subtle curiosity, perhaps even a glimmer of something deeper hidden behind his eyes.

Ethan POV:

Inside, the spacious foyer was cool and quiet, decorated in sleek modern lines that spoke of refined taste. As I led Celeste through the halls, I noted every detail-the fresh towels in her assigned guest room, the careful touches that suggested I wanted everything to be perfect. I had hoped to keep this as a business arrangement, but standing there, watching her assess every corner of my home, I found myself wondering if I was secretly hoping she might stay longer than the contract allowed.

Before long, we reached the heart of the home-the kitchen. There, my six-year-old son, Oliver, peeked from behind the kitchen island. With his big brown eyes, a mop of unruly curls, and a stuffed dinosaur clutched tightly in his hand, he radiated innocent mischief.

"Are you my new mom?" Oliver asked earnestly.

For a moment, I held my breath as I watched Celeste lower herself to his level. "I'm Celeste," she said softly, forcing a friendly smile. "I think we're going to be good friends."

I felt a small, almost imperceptible sigh escape me. This introduction-raw and vulnerable-reminded me just how desperately I needed a stable, nurturing presence for Oliver, despite my best efforts to maintain control.

As the morning light filled the kitchen, Celeste took in every detail: the casual chaos of Oliver's presence, the subtle glances exchanged between father and son, and even the gentle clink of utensils on plates. It all contrasted sharply with the cold business transaction the contract was supposed to be.

When we reached the guest room-a serene space with muted colors and soft lighting-Celeste paused at the door. "Comfortable?" I asked, meeting her eyes for an instant before shifting my gaze.

"Very. Thank you," she replied. Internally, I noted every thoughtful touch, wondering if perhaps I had prepared more than just a room; maybe I was hoping to provide a sanctuary for her too.

Later that morning, after Oliver was shown to his room, Celeste retreated to her temporary sanctuary. I lingered in the hall, hearing her quiet steps as she closed the door. I couldn't shake the thought: today was supposed to be business. And yet, something about her made me question if I was willing to risk more than just a simple arrangement.

Celeste POV (Internal Reflection):

Breakfast unfolded in an atmosphere that felt oddly familial. The long dining table was set with care, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of pancakes. Oliver sat at the table with an eager expression while I exchanged cautious smiles with Ethan, whose guarded curiosity was evident in every glance.

"Do you like pancakes?" Oliver inquired, studying the plate before him.

I couldn't help but smile at his straightforward question. "I do," I replied, taking a measured bite of a soft, comforting pancake. For a moment, I allowed myself to enjoy the meal without the looming weight of the contract.

Ethan POV:

I added, "Oliver makes them just the way you like-extra syrup," with a tenderness that belied my normally steely demeanor. I watched with a mix of pride and a tinge of sadness as my son's laughter filled the room.

The conversation flowed naturally. Oliver animatedly described his favorite dinosaurs, while I interjected lightly. Beneath the witty banter, however, I wrestled with internal doubts. This is just a job, I reminded myself repeatedly. Yet every time I caught a glimpse of Celeste's expression-a momentary softening, a spark of genuine interest-I wondered if perhaps something more was seeping in beyond our carefully drawn lines.

After breakfast, while Oliver played in a sunlit corner, Celeste retreated to her guest room and re-read the contract. Every clause was etched in legal language, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Yet as she did, I sensed her thoughts drifting-to the subtle warmth in my eyes that morning, to the gentle way I interacted with Oliver, and to the faint stir of something unexpected in her heart. Could we really remain detached? was the unspoken question echoing in both our minds.

Celeste POV (Internal Reflection):

Every rational part of me screamed that this was nothing more than another business arrangement-a temporary fix. And yet, the warmth in Ethan's smile, the sincerity in Oliver's laughter, all began chipping away at the fortress I'd built around my emotions. Maybe I'm starting to care, I thought, even as that realization terrified me.

Ethan POV (Internal Reflection):

In my office, amidst blueprints and legal documents, my mind kept drifting to Celeste. I recalled the way she had interacted with Oliver, her practiced detachment softening ever so slightly into genuine warmth. Could it be that I was beginning to see beyond the contract? I mustn't allow this to complicate matters, I warned myself. Yet every time her smile flickered across the room or her eyes met mine with unexpected intensity, I felt the rigid walls I'd built start to crumble.

Small moments throughout the day-a shared laugh at a kitchen mishap, a tender smile exchanged over Oliver's drawing-began weaving a subtle tapestry of domesticity around us. The unspoken truth was that, despite the rigid terms of our arrangement, life was seeping in around the edges.

By evening, as the day gave way to twilight, I found Celeste sitting quietly in her guest room, lost in thought. I paused in the hallway, grappling with the reality that what was supposed to be business might be turning into something altogether more complicated. Outside, the city lights blinked to life, as if echoing the uncertain pulses of our hearts.

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“Celeste Hayes doesn't believe in love-only business. After three failed engagements, she's built a career as a contract bride, offering men a no-strings-attached marriage. No emotions, no complications. Ethan Caldwell needs an escape. His vindictive ex-wife is threatening his career and custody of his son. A contract marriage with Celeste is the perfect solution-strictly business. Until it isn't. Celeste has always worn her independence like a crown, untouchable. But Ethan sees past her walls. What started as a deal turns into stolen glances, real conversations, and something neither expected-love. But when old fears and past wounds resurface, Celeste must decide: walk away like she always has or take a chance on the one man who wants more than a contract-he wants her as the queen of his heart. Will they break the contract...or rewrite their love story?”
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Chapter 1 The Arrival and settling in.

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Chapter 2 Shifting lines.

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Chapter 3 Unwelcome Surprises.

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Chapter 4 Unfinished business.

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Chapter 5 The first strike.

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Chapter 6 Attacks from all sides.

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Chapter 7 Counterattack.

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Chapter 8 Breaking points.

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Chapter 9 Unraveling Threads

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Chapter 10 Higher stakes.

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Chapter 11 The battle begins.

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Chapter 12 The fire beneath the surface

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Chapter 13 Forty-Eight Hours

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Chapter 14 Claire's Checkmate

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Chapter 15 The ghosts of before

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Chapter 16 Playing offence

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