“I was an exhausted Wall Street analyst, suffocating under the weight of my father's massive debt. Just when I thought my life couldn't get worse, my boss ordered me to cover up an eight-figure corporate fraud for a VIP client. If I refused, I would be framed and fired. If I agreed, I would become their scapegoat and go to federal prison. Cornered and desperate, I hit rock bottom when a ride-share driver locked me in his car on a dark street. But I was saved by Donovan Beasley, a billionaire heir and the most untouchable bachelor in New York. Instead of just driving me home, he slid a thirty-page prenuptial agreement across the table. "I'm proposing a merger." He would clear my father's $2.7 million debt overnight. In exchange, I would be his temporary wife for three years. No emotional expectations, no physical intimacy. I didn't understand why a powerful, flawless man like him needed a broken, indebted woman like me as a shield. Was he hiding a dark secret? What was the real catch? But I had no choice. I signed the devil's contract and mercilessly exposed the fraud at work. Standing on the steps of City Hall, looking at the platinum ring he just slid onto my finger, I watched his black Maybach drive away. I had bought my freedom, but as I clutched the key card to his penthouse, I knew my real trial was just beginning.”