The Contractual Heart

He is the ultimate weapon of the corporate world, a CEO who built his billion-dollar empire from the ruthless core of a Mafia dynasty. He is ice, flawless and unfeeling, with oceanic blue eyes that promise a slow, deep drowning.

She is his perfect mirror: a powerful Mafia Queen who prefers the boardroom to the shadows. She is fire, wrapped in espresso brown elegance and driven by a fury contained only by her flawless control. Her chocolate brown eyes hold a silent threat-cross me, and you burn.

They have absolutely nothing in common except a mutual, seething hatred-and a goddamn piece of paper.

To appease a tradition that demands the eldest must marry first, securing the union of two colossal criminal empires and allowing their siblings, Roy and Lily, a chance at real love, they both agree to a calculated farce.

The terms are simple: A massive, public wedding.
No merging of assets.
Complete separation of their power.

The one catastrophic catch: They must share a bed.

Now, the two most dangerous people on the continent are forced into the same opulent suite, playing a role neither wants.

They are separated by a fragile, invisible line down the middle of their king-sized mattress, yet bound by a contract that threatens to snap.

It was supposed to be a Contractual Heart, a cold business deal.

But when the lines blur, and the hatred begins to feel suspiciously like lethal attraction, they have to face the terrifying possibility:

"In a world where they command everything, can they survive the one thing they never intended to create?"