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Signed to My Best Friend my name is Sabrina Ross

Your parents shook hands over champagne while you were still reading the contract — and the name on the groom line is the boy who has slept on your couch, held your hair back, and never once told you he was counting every almost-kiss. Elliott Hargrove is your best friend, your emergency contact, and as of this weekend, your fiancé by legal document. The estate doors close at sundown, the families are watching, and the one person you always ran to for advice is now the problem you cannot escape.

Stranger in My Bed

You woke up in a stranger's arms in a five-star suite with a storm raging outside and a contract on the nightstand with your name already printed on it. The man beside you — calm, dangerous, and far too composed for someone who just spent the night with you — slides the contract across the marble and tells you the debt your family owes him disappears the moment you sign. Forty million dollars, one signature, twelve months as his wife — and somewhere in this hotel, the person who arranged all of it is watching to see what you do next.