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Desperate to save her dying brother, Lina Vale signs a one-year marriage contract with cold billionaire Adrian Korr, who needs a stable wife to claim his inheritance. Strict rules. No emotions. No future. But as they live together, boundaries blur and real feelings emerge. When her ex Ethan returns, Lina is torn between past and present. On the final day, Adrian lets her walk away in silence. Until she discovers the truth: the contract was never terminated. Adrian secretly renewed it. She thought she was free. She was never free to begin with.

"Desperate to fund her urgent medical treatment, ordinary young woman Abby signs a one-year contract marriage with a mysterious, cold-hearted stranger named Luke. He needs the government marriage incentive payment to settle crushing debts and reclaim his crumbling empire. She needs it to save her life. No love. No emotions. No physical contact. Just one year of living together as husband and wife on paper — then they walk away free. But forced proximity in the same luxurious house slowly melts the ice. Shared late-night conversations, unexpected care during her health struggles, and jealous sparks reveal the man behind the cold facade. As real feelings blossom against all odds, the contract's end date looms closer. Will they part ways when the year is over, or will love make them tear up the agreement and fight for forever?"

Serena Voss walked into Nate Calloway's office to beg for more time on a loan. She walked out as his fiancée. The deal was simple. Sixty days, one role to play, and every debt her family owed would disappear. No feelings. No complications. Just business. But Nate had been looking for her for ten years. And Serena had no idea why. The more time they spend together the harder it becomes to pretend. But when secrets buried between their families long before either of them were born come tearing into the open, Serena starts to wonder if any of it was ever really her choice — or if she was always just the last piece of a plan someone else made decades ago.

At the family dinner over the holidays, Elias Barrett has given all of our relatives and their children thick wads of cash. When it's my turn, he just frowns at me. "We've been together for so long. What's the point in going through the motions? You're the one managing the finances, so you can just withdraw what you need from the account." I merely nod without saying anything. But soon, I notice a text message from his bank popping out on the notifications' list. "You have transferred 1,430 dollars to Jamie Sutton. Remark: Babe, happy holidays. XOXO Elias." It turns out that Elias' anti-formalism rule is meant for me, not others. I don't bother starting a fight or throwing a tantrum. Instead, I just cancel the booking on my wedding venue that will be used next month. After that, I shred the kidney donation consent form meant for Elias into pieces. Once the holidays are over, I'm not going to extend Elias' life for him anymore.

My husband Bruno's goomah was pregnant with their second child. At the family dinner, he caressed his lover Ava's rounded belly. "This one will be a boy, the future heir to the Marino family. As my wife, it is your duty to raise him." This was the second time he had openly acknowledged one of his bastards. I didn't make a scene like I had before. I just calmly lifted my head and looked Bruno straight in the eye. Raucous laughter erupted from the family members around the table. "Remember last time, when she acted like a madwoman? Looks like she's finally learned her place." "The Rossi family's businesses have all been carved up. What can she do besides be an infertile trophy wife? She'll be kicked to the curb sooner or later." Bruno's face was expressionless, allowing them to hurl their insults at me. I fought back the tears burning my eyes and even managed a small smile. "Bruno, let's get a divorce." Bruno looked as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, his lips curling into a dismissive smirk. "Liliana, if you can come up with the hundred million dollars you owe this family, I'll sign the papers right now. Otherwise, stop making a scene." I didn't argue, and just dialed an encrypted number. "I accept the terms we discussed." A lazy laugh echoed from the other end of the line. "A hundred million? Merely the cost of a port. I can have it for you anytime, my princess."

The day his first love got divorced, my husband drank himself senseless. I stayed up past midnight taking care of him, only to discover that his phone’s photo album was filled with pictures of her. The next morning, after he sobered up, he said to me, “Let’s redo our wedding.” I knew this was his way of provoking his first love into coming back. I smiled and agreed, but not before I slipped a divorce settlement agreement into the wedding contract he signed.