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Cold Contract, Dangerous Vows

You married the most dangerous man in the city at 9 a.m. on a Tuesday, signed a contract in a room that smelled like gunpowder and expensive cologne, and moved into his penthouse by noon. Dominic Marchetti has not looked at you directly since — not once in three days — and yet every guard in the building knows your coffee order, your schedule, and which hallway you prefer. Someone is watching. Tonight, the rival family's daughter arrives for the alliance dinner, and she is looking at your husband like he was hers first — because he was.