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Olivia Brooks wakes up married to Ethan Carter-the ice-cold Manhattan billionaire who's supposedly never lost control in his life. Not once. Not even in bed.
She's the chaotic wildcard stuck in a villainess role from some trashy romance novel, and her plan is simple: play nice, enjoy the perks of being Mrs. Untouchable, then bolt with the divorce settlement when the plot says so.
But Ethan? He's not playing along.
One teasing "darling, let's see if you really are as repressed as they say" later, she's limping the next morning while he buttons his shirt like it's just another Tuesday board meeting. "Who lied and said this man was celibate?" she hisses to herself.
She sticks to the script, waits for the end credits... and tries to slip out the penthouse door.
Except Ethan slams it shut, voice like velvet wrapped around steel. "You think you can cash out and disappear, trouble? After waking me up?" His hand slides to her waist, possessive. "I've spent years keeping everything locked down. You broke the lock. You're staying to deal with the fallout."
The same untouchable CEO who never cracks a smile now shows up at galas with faint, silly doodles peeking from his open collar-her messy handwriting from a drunk late-night dare he swore he'd wash off.
When someone finally asks? He just gives that slow, dangerous smile only she ever sees.
"My wife's signature," he says, eyes on her across the room. "She marks what's hers."
Fake marriage. Real heat. One chaotic girl who never meant to fall, and one controlled man who'll burn the world before he lets her go.