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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.