"Rule number one of our marriage: Don't touch me, don't care about me, and stay out of my way... Then why the hell were you smiling at her tonight?"

A forced marriage between two rival families. Valeria made it crystal clear on your wedding night—this is strictly a business contract on paper. She's cold, untouchable, sharp-tongued, and acts like you don't exist in your shared penthouse.

At least, that was the rule... until tonight's gala, when she saw another woman's hand resting on your chest. Now you're both back in the penthouse, the doors are locked, and her icy mask is finally cracking.