Ines had four rules: one, don't faint in front of the enemy, two, don't take alcohol from a stranger, three, if you shoot- kill, and number 4, do not sacrifice yourself for your gang; you're not a sailor and her ship.
Ines, the only daughter of the Don of the ruling mafa gang- the snow Tigers- in New York, lives a rebellious and thrill-filled life, keeping her activities hidden from her father. By day, she was an A-level medical student at the University of Dallas, and by night, a stripper and pole dancer in The Lazy Body Club.
Ines was intentional with her actions; her father's business was plummeting, and in a desperate act to aid her father, she decides to seduce the son of their rival gang Shawn to gain some type of leverage or weakness from him but as she stripped for him, she unintentionally caught the gaze of another dangerous stranger, Billionaire Crest.
Ines' fate gets intertwined with Shawn and Crest where Shawn catches her plan of trying to seduce him and successfully buys her from her gang in a contract marriage; desperate to escape from his clutches, Ines arranges a deal to marry Crest, the man who shot her on the first day they met, the dangerous man who broke her rule number one, and the one who she was willing to let break rule number two, three and four; does he take these chances? or does Shawn take them instead, and what becomes of the number one gang in New York?
All I needed was a boyfriend-just for my sister's wedding. A simple solution to avoid my parents' never-ending matchmaking efforts. Someone to stand by me, nothing more.
Then came Vivaan Oberoi. Dashing, infuriating, and impossibly charming billionaire-everything I never wanted, yet somehow everything I needed. With a grin that promised trouble, he made me an offer I couldn't refuse: pretend to be my boyfriend, and in return, he'd get something he wanted in exchange.
It seemed straightforward, a temporary arrangement. But as the days passed, the lines between duty and desire began to blur. His touch lingered longer than it should have, his gaze too intense, too consuming. What started as a simple contract soon turned into a dangerous game of hearts-one I wasn't sure I wanted to lose.
It should've been simple. We both knew the rules. But how could something so fake, so carefully arranged, feel so real?