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Luca Morretti's 3-Year Contract Bride

A contract. Three years. No feelings allowed. Luca Morretti did not ask you to marry him — he informed you. One meeting, one document, one cold signature, and suddenly you are living inside his fortress penthouse with a ring on your finger and a man who looks at you like you are the only unsolved problem he has ever wanted to keep. The rules were simple: no love, no questions, no crossing the line. But Luca wrote the rules, and Luca is already breaking them — in the way he stands between you and every threat, in the way he remembers how you take your coffee, in the way he has never once called this arrangement a mistake. Three years sounds like forever. It also sounds like not enough. The question is not whether you will survive the contract. The question is whether either of you will survive each other.