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Rhys Calloway doesn't do love. He does control, contracts, and calculated revenge, and marrying Aurelia Hart was supposed to be all three. Aurelia doesn't do forgiveness. Not for the billionaire who profited off her father's ruin, or for the empire built on her family's wreckage, not even when marrying him is the only thing standing between her little brother and a death sentence. They agreed for a year together. A contract. Nothing real. But contracts don't account for the way his hands linger on her body, or the way her sharp tongue undoes him piece by piece. They don't account for a prison diary with one damning sentence, a conspiracy neither of them saw coming. Or a love neither of them signed up for. Some debts can't be paid in money. This one might cost them everything.