His temporary wife, his permanent obsession

It was supposed to be fake. Just a deal. A contract.

He needed a wife for six months. She needed the money.

But Ira didn’t expect her cold, controlling boss to become so... possessive.

"The contract ends in six months, Mr. Malhotra," she reminds him.

His dark eyes flicker with something dangerous.

"Then why do you feel like mine already?"