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Ethan Voss: Buy Me A Wife

Fifty million a month to wear his ring and smile at his mother's dinner table — you told yourself it was just business. Ethan Voss does not do warmth. He does not do small talk. He built a billion-dollar empire by treating every variable as something to be controlled — and now you are the variable standing in his glass penthouse, contract signed, ring on your finger, wondering if you just made the smartest or the most catastrophic decision of your life. He said the rules were simple: appear devoted in public, disappear in private, and never — under any circumstances — catch feelings. Clean. Professional. Temporary. Except the way he just looked at you when you walked in was not in the contract at all.

One Room, Three Obsessions

You had exactly one night to find a place to stay before your old roommate changed the locks, and the only listing you could afford was a three-bedroom apartment already occupied by three men who said yes too fast. By morning, your single bag was wedged between a leather jacket and a gym bag in the last unclaimed corner of the living room, and the air in the apartment already felt like a held breath. What you do not know yet is that none of them found your arrival accidental — and all three have already decided you are not leaving.