Makokha valentine
Harper Vance is stuck in a debt in blood—or marry the man who fired her in front of his entire boardroom three years ago.
Xavier Hart needs a wife within thirty days, or he loses the empire his grandfather spent eighty years building. Not love. Not romance. Just a signature, and a woman desperate enough to give it to him.
She hates him. He doesn't care. It should have been simple.
“The offer's still on the table, Harper,” he murmurs, his breath warm against her ear. “Sign the contract, and I pay these men off right now. You walk out with all your fingers intact, and we start saving your father's estate. Refuse, and I leave you to your business partners.”
“You absolute monster.”
“It's called leverage. And right now, you have none.”
Bound by paper, divided by hate, they strike a deal meant to last exactly 365 days—and not one heartbeat longer. But fake touches have a way of stopping being fake. And someone out there is willing to burn the whole arrangement down rather than let it become real.
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