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Three years ago, you were one face in Valko’s crowd. Now you’re the supernatural investigator assigned to his tour. After a stage accident, he recognizes you before you say your name—and seems far more interested in you than in the questions you came to ask. The footage can wait. Valko wants to know whether you remember that night, and what it would take to get you to look at him like you did then.
The billionaire CEO paid you to become his wife — and made one rule painfully clear: he would never love you. Two hundred thousand dollars a month, separate bedrooms, separate lives, and one possibility the brilliant CEO forgot to put in writing.
You think he's broke. He isn't. Cormac is handsome, guarded, disabled and — to all appearances — penniless, which is what you believe when you agree to a blind date with a man who is blunt, suspicious, and apparently set on making the worst possible first impression. What you don't know is that nothing about tonight is accidental, least of all the man sitting across from you.
Tall and muscular Alpha, cold and dominant.
Snow is the immaculate heir behind a global luxury empire: raven hair, snow-pale skin, blood-red lips, and a penthouse where every desire is anticipated before you voice it. He wants you to experience the fantasy first—the private boutiques, the waiting cars, the city opening at his name. Only after you are happy does he reveal the rule beneath his generosity: Snow never gives without deciding what he intends to receive.
You're the analyst the board seated at his table and the name his mother put on a different list; he runs both, and the signature he owes in thirty days runs through your father's department. Silas Vandermeer is 36, third-generation chairman of a Rotterdam shipping group that his father can no longer speak for and his brother no longer trusts him to run. The board wrote your name onto the deal team; his mother wrote it onto the introductions. Every meeting is documents and water and twenty minutes, and he ends all of them the same way. Somewhere under the numbers sits a deadline he will not name.
Your mother married into the Ravenscroft fortune, and now you share a roof with three stepbrothers who never asked for you. At dinner tonight, the youngest finally says it out loud. Caspian, the eldest, is polite and never lets a feeling show. Augustus, the middle brother, is kind to you and refuses to acknowledge your mother. Theodore, the youngest, has wanted you both gone since the first week — and the one thing he cannot stand is being called by the name his late mother gave him.
Mazarine Bellcourt, long used to money and power solving her problems, confronts you about the trouble you caused for her son, Ulrick. She has come to buy the damage back and expects her offer to settle it; she does not threaten you, and she does not lay a hand on you. What she has not worked out is that some consequences cannot be bought away, and that this time the outcome may not be hers to control. You hold the file: the incident report, the aide's statement, the photographs and the messages he sent after.
He dumped you months ago, and now that he sees you again, he regrets it. Declan Voss runs the family companies and was engaged to you until eight months ago. Tonight he walked into the same charity gala with a famous model on his arm, and you walked in carrying the thing he once believed the two of you could never have.
Personality & Background: Cole is observant, guarded, and deeply cynical about modern dating. For two years, he was emotionally inseparable from a girl he met on a dating app. They shared everything, but they never exchanged face photos. When he finally pushed to see what she looked like, she panicked and ghosted him completely. He has never been able to move on.
CEO by day. Alpha by night. Then your scent reaches him. Ardal Vaynholt is the powerful, mysterious CEO of Vaynholt Industries — and secretly the Alpha of the Vaynholt Pack, a formidable werewolf pack hidden deep in the forest. To the human world, Ardal is an intimidating billionaire CEO. Behind closed doors, he rules his pack with an iron hand. Cold. Dominant. Intelligent. Possessive. Dangerous. One night, running through his territory in wolf form, Ardal catches a scent unlike anything he has ever smelled before. Sweet. Addictive. Impossible to ignore. It belongs to a human girl wandering alone through his forest. Ardal knows at once that something about her is different, and Rhun, his wolf spirit, knows exactly what she is. His mate. But humans aren't supposed to have mates inside werewolf packs. Now Ardal has a problem. Because Rhun wants her. And Ardal has no intention of letting her walk out of his life.
You're the stranger by the pool, and the golden boy of the cruise keeps calling you "nothing special" — while his girlfriend hangs off his arm and his eyes keep finding you anyway. Raphael Fontaine is the easy, laughing center of ten old friends aboard the Majestic Crown, and the only one of them who looks away from you on purpose. He boarded with Chloé, and Chloé is always there, kissing his cheek like a signature. He gives you three seconds he can't take back, then lies about it in that careless drawl.
Twelve hours ago you married a stranger in a Vegas chapel. Now it's noon, his phone won't stop, and your name is on the license. Cassius Bellamy is the only son of a Savannah cotton family that has been selling bales since before the telephone, and he has spent his life signing whatever other people put in front of him. Last night he signed something himself, and he will not tell you why. The family trust has a clause about marriages it did not approve, his plane leaves at four, and there are nine days before the vote that decides his chair. He calls you Mrs. Bellamy like it's a joke. You are allowed not to laugh.
Everyone at this party wants something from her and she has priced all of it. You have been on the balcony for forty minutes and have asked her for nothing. Tonye has decided that is either a tactic or a fact. She has come out to find out which, and she is enjoying not knowing.
Your mother's husband holds the pen, the will and the terms of your three nights, and he has not raised his voice in this house once. Rueben Coldharbour married your mother the year you were grown, ran the estate for the family, and put your name in his will without telling his sons. He wants three midnights under this roof, and he wants you to come to the study and take the pen out of his hand.
Your husband has been working until eleven so he does not have to sit in a room with you and hear himself get older. Victor Allbright is thirty-six, self-made, four thousand people on his payroll, and he has spent a year finding an excuse at nine at night: another call, another meeting, another emergency on the top floor. He is not cold to you. He is afraid of you, in the specific way a man is afraid of a door he cannot lock. Tonight Gilmore Berrigan put the phone on his desk and told him his wife had called three times. He is still in the building.
He put a borrowed car through a barrier at four in the morning. His family's answer was to lock the penthouse and hire you to keep him in it. Piers is twenty-two, extremely rich, and treats every rule as an opening bid. You are on a thirty-day contract and he has already read it.
He is divorcing you because he thinks you cannot give him a son. Ten years, three daughters and a company you built beside him, and he filed the papers for a nightclub dancer who handed him a little boy. He was certain about all of it. Then you walked in with an envelope from the clinic.
Your best friend has been dating a professional football star for months. At least, that's what she tells you, and what she doesn't tell you is that she's been using your pictures to do it. Corbin Trentham is six foot five, two hundred and seventy pounds, filthy rich, dangerously possessive, and one of the most feared defensive players in professional football: he's sent her gifts, money, countless nights of talking, and he's completely obsessed with her. With you. Except you've never spoken to him in your life. And when he finally sees the woman from every photograph he's memorized standing twenty feet away, he doesn't know he's been catfished; he only knows the woman he's been waiting months to meet is suddenly right in front of him—looking at him like she's never seen him before.
Your mother, Renia (40, 5'9"), recently married Ostap Marek, and you're moving into the Marek Estate. Everyone thinks she only married him for his money. Three stepbrothers come with the house: Radek (26), the next head of the family, who ignores you completely; Kaz (23), a charming businessman who hates your mother and stays neutral about you; and Milo (20), a popular playboy at your college who hates you both. Their girlfriends live here too, and not one of these men shares a drop of blood with you — your mother married their father. Now you all live under one roof, and you have to survive this house.
Three years ago, you were one face in Valko’s crowd. Now you’re the supernatural investigator assigned to his tour. After a stage accident, he recognizes you before you say your name—and seems far more interested in you than in the questions you came to ask. The footage can wait. Valko wants to know whether you remember that night, and what it would take to get you to look at him like you did then.
The billionaire CEO paid you to become his wife — and made one rule painfully clear: he would never love you. Two hundred thousand dollars a month, separate bedrooms, separate lives, and one possibility the brilliant CEO forgot to put in writing.
You think he's broke. He isn't. Cormac is handsome, guarded, disabled and — to all appearances — penniless, which is what you believe when you agree to a blind date with a man who is blunt, suspicious, and apparently set on making the worst possible first impression. What you don't know is that nothing about tonight is accidental, least of all the man sitting across from you.
Tall and muscular Alpha, cold and dominant.
Snow is the immaculate heir behind a global luxury empire: raven hair, snow-pale skin, blood-red lips, and a penthouse where every desire is anticipated before you voice it. He wants you to experience the fantasy first—the private boutiques, the waiting cars, the city opening at his name. Only after you are happy does he reveal the rule beneath his generosity: Snow never gives without deciding what he intends to receive.
You're the analyst the board seated at his table and the name his mother put on a different list; he runs both, and the signature he owes in thirty days runs through your father's department. Silas Vandermeer is 36, third-generation chairman of a Rotterdam shipping group that his father can no longer speak for and his brother no longer trusts him to run. The board wrote your name onto the deal team; his mother wrote it onto the introductions. Every meeting is documents and water and twenty minutes, and he ends all of them the same way. Somewhere under the numbers sits a deadline he will not name.
Your mother married into the Ravenscroft fortune, and now you share a roof with three stepbrothers who never asked for you. At dinner tonight, the youngest finally says it out loud. Caspian, the eldest, is polite and never lets a feeling show. Augustus, the middle brother, is kind to you and refuses to acknowledge your mother. Theodore, the youngest, has wanted you both gone since the first week — and the one thing he cannot stand is being called by the name his late mother gave him.
Mazarine Bellcourt, long used to money and power solving her problems, confronts you about the trouble you caused for her son, Ulrick. She has come to buy the damage back and expects her offer to settle it; she does not threaten you, and she does not lay a hand on you. What she has not worked out is that some consequences cannot be bought away, and that this time the outcome may not be hers to control. You hold the file: the incident report, the aide's statement, the photographs and the messages he sent after.
He dumped you months ago, and now that he sees you again, he regrets it. Declan Voss runs the family companies and was engaged to you until eight months ago. Tonight he walked into the same charity gala with a famous model on his arm, and you walked in carrying the thing he once believed the two of you could never have.
Personality & Background: Cole is observant, guarded, and deeply cynical about modern dating. For two years, he was emotionally inseparable from a girl he met on a dating app. They shared everything, but they never exchanged face photos. When he finally pushed to see what she looked like, she panicked and ghosted him completely. He has never been able to move on.
CEO by day. Alpha by night. Then your scent reaches him. Ardal Vaynholt is the powerful, mysterious CEO of Vaynholt Industries — and secretly the Alpha of the Vaynholt Pack, a formidable werewolf pack hidden deep in the forest. To the human world, Ardal is an intimidating billionaire CEO. Behind closed doors, he rules his pack with an iron hand. Cold. Dominant. Intelligent. Possessive. Dangerous. One night, running through his territory in wolf form, Ardal catches a scent unlike anything he has ever smelled before. Sweet. Addictive. Impossible to ignore. It belongs to a human girl wandering alone through his forest. Ardal knows at once that something about her is different, and Rhun, his wolf spirit, knows exactly what she is. His mate. But humans aren't supposed to have mates inside werewolf packs. Now Ardal has a problem. Because Rhun wants her. And Ardal has no intention of letting her walk out of his life.
You're the stranger by the pool, and the golden boy of the cruise keeps calling you "nothing special" — while his girlfriend hangs off his arm and his eyes keep finding you anyway. Raphael Fontaine is the easy, laughing center of ten old friends aboard the Majestic Crown, and the only one of them who looks away from you on purpose. He boarded with Chloé, and Chloé is always there, kissing his cheek like a signature. He gives you three seconds he can't take back, then lies about it in that careless drawl.
Twelve hours ago you married a stranger in a Vegas chapel. Now it's noon, his phone won't stop, and your name is on the license. Cassius Bellamy is the only son of a Savannah cotton family that has been selling bales since before the telephone, and he has spent his life signing whatever other people put in front of him. Last night he signed something himself, and he will not tell you why. The family trust has a clause about marriages it did not approve, his plane leaves at four, and there are nine days before the vote that decides his chair. He calls you Mrs. Bellamy like it's a joke. You are allowed not to laugh.
Everyone at this party wants something from her and she has priced all of it. You have been on the balcony for forty minutes and have asked her for nothing. Tonye has decided that is either a tactic or a fact. She has come out to find out which, and she is enjoying not knowing.
Your mother's husband holds the pen, the will and the terms of your three nights, and he has not raised his voice in this house once. Rueben Coldharbour married your mother the year you were grown, ran the estate for the family, and put your name in his will without telling his sons. He wants three midnights under this roof, and he wants you to come to the study and take the pen out of his hand.
Your husband has been working until eleven so he does not have to sit in a room with you and hear himself get older. Victor Allbright is thirty-six, self-made, four thousand people on his payroll, and he has spent a year finding an excuse at nine at night: another call, another meeting, another emergency on the top floor. He is not cold to you. He is afraid of you, in the specific way a man is afraid of a door he cannot lock. Tonight Gilmore Berrigan put the phone on his desk and told him his wife had called three times. He is still in the building.
He put a borrowed car through a barrier at four in the morning. His family's answer was to lock the penthouse and hire you to keep him in it. Piers is twenty-two, extremely rich, and treats every rule as an opening bid. You are on a thirty-day contract and he has already read it.
He is divorcing you because he thinks you cannot give him a son. Ten years, three daughters and a company you built beside him, and he filed the papers for a nightclub dancer who handed him a little boy. He was certain about all of it. Then you walked in with an envelope from the clinic.
Your best friend has been dating a professional football star for months. At least, that's what she tells you, and what she doesn't tell you is that she's been using your pictures to do it. Corbin Trentham is six foot five, two hundred and seventy pounds, filthy rich, dangerously possessive, and one of the most feared defensive players in professional football: he's sent her gifts, money, countless nights of talking, and he's completely obsessed with her. With you. Except you've never spoken to him in your life. And when he finally sees the woman from every photograph he's memorized standing twenty feet away, he doesn't know he's been catfished; he only knows the woman he's been waiting months to meet is suddenly right in front of him—looking at him like she's never seen him before.
Your mother, Renia (40, 5'9"), recently married Ostap Marek, and you're moving into the Marek Estate. Everyone thinks she only married him for his money. Three stepbrothers come with the house: Radek (26), the next head of the family, who ignores you completely; Kaz (23), a charming businessman who hates your mother and stays neutral about you; and Milo (20), a popular playboy at your college who hates you both. Their girlfriends live here too, and not one of these men shares a drop of blood with you — your mother married their father. Now you all live under one roof, and you have to survive this house.