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"Do you, Alessia Monroe, take Killian Wolfe to be your lawfully wedded husband?" My hands trembled, but I kept my face blank. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me-sharp, unreadable, like the man himself. Cold. Powerful. Dangerous in ways I hadn't yet learned. This wasn't love. This wasn't a fairytale. It was survival. Two weeks ago, I was barely holding on-one eviction notice away from sleeping in my car, one phone call away from giving up. Then Killian Wolfe walked in, tailored suit, steel eyes, and a proposition I never saw coming. "One year. Marry me. I'll make your problems disappear." No strings, no affection, no messy emotions. Just a contract. A means to an end. So why did it feel like I was signing away more than my name? "I do," I whispered, sealing my fate.

It all started with one mistake, which changed my life.