Marry Me Or The Dog Gets Everything

I walked into a billionaire's office to pitch products no CEO should ever see on his desk. I walked out with a marriage contract. Alexander Sterling had twenty-four hours to find a wife, or his late grandfather's will would hand his billion-dollar empire to a Pomeranian named Duke. I needed money badly enough to sign on the dotted line. The rules were simple: fake the marriage, survive the family, split the payout, and walk away. Then came Clause Nine. Suddenly, fake kisses didn't feel fake. Shared penthouses turned into sleepless nights. And the man I married for a paycheck quietly paid off my mother's medical debt without ever asking for credit. But falling for Alexander was never part of the contract. Someone is stealing my company's designs. A powerful investor is determined to destroy everything we've built. And hidden inside Alexander's laptop is a file documenting every weakness I've ever had—compiled long before we met. I don't know whether to trust my husband... or fear him. All I know is that somewhere between a midnight chase after an escaped Pomeranian and a billion-dollar corporate war, our fake marriage became the only real thing either of us had.