Her father needed surgery.He needed an heir.Emily never imagined her body would become the price of a contract.At twenty-two, drowning in debt and desperation, she signs an agreement with the most powerful man in the city — billionaire Alexander Grant. The terms are simple:Move into his mansion.Obey the rules.Carry his child.No emotions.No attachments.No future.But Alexander isn’t just buying a surrogate — he’s claiming control.Every touch blurs the line between business and desire.Every night pulls her deeper into a world of power, possession, and dangerous temptation.She was supposed to walk away once the heir is born.But what happens when the cold, untouchable billionaire starts breaking his own rules?And what if the most forbidden thing in this arrangement…is love?

The story follows a British game designer who, after losing his job and relationship, enters a green card marriage with an American entrepreneur. What begins as a transaction evolves into a genuine connection as both men navigate career pressures, family expectations, and their own fears. Set between London and New York, it's a poignant exploration of identity, acceptance, and building love from an unconventional foundation.

I thought my husband was protecting me from a rare illness. The pills, the isolation, it was all for my own good.Then I found the ancient contract.He wasn't my savior; he was my jailer, siphoning my werewolf essence to fuel his family's empire.The contract stated it clearly: 'The Luna's essence, once transferred, cannot be restored. The vessel shall remain... diminished.'I wasn't sick.I was being mined.

They called me the broken wolf, the shame of my family. So they married me off to a low-born rancher in the middle of nowhere. But on our wedding night, under the full moon, I felt it—the terrifying, ancient power rolling off him. The entire pack howled in submission. It turned out the "useless" one wasn't me. It was everyone who had ever underestimated Lia and Kade.

The antiseptic smell in the hospital hallway stung my nose like invisible needles—piercing not just my sinuses, but my heart too.I stared at another payment notice, the numbers burning like a hot brand, making my fingertips shake. My brother Benjamin Green lay in the ICU, as pale as a sheet, expensive machines keeping his fragile life from slipping away. The doctor hadn’t sugar-coated it: without the next round of specialized treatment, he wouldn’t make it through the month.

I looked at the message from the wedding company, hesitating over whether I should really change my groom. Just then, Simon Page returned, dragging his suitcase behind him.  As soon as he opened the door, he stood in the living room and shouted impatiently, "I'm starving! Rosalyn, get out here and make me something to eat!"  

I laughed, cold and sharp. "We're divorced, Steven. Who I'm with now? None of your business."Steven Garrett yanked my wrist. "I never signed anything. You're still my wife."

I devoted ten years of my life to the only man I’ve ever loved, my ex-fiancé, Zane Whitmoore.Since our eighth grade in middle school, I was always by his side. I shaped myself into the perfect woman for him.I kept my black curls cut short, just the way he liked. I never wore makeup. I dressed in outfits he approved of because he didn’t like when other men looked at me.

I slumped against the passenger seat as Ryan's car cruised through the palm-lined streets of Los Angeles.My eyelids felt heavy after a twelve-hour shift at Carter Enterprises. The quarterly marketing campaign required us all to work overtime, and as a junior marketing executive, I was stuck with weekend work."You still with me, babe?" Ryan glanced over, his perfectly styled dark hair catching the sunset's glow."Barely." I stifled a yawn. "Remind me why we're going to this party when I could be face-planting into my pillow right now?"

This novel is a dark, anthropological erotica that explores the primal depths of human desire, power, and submission. It is not for the faint of heart. If you are uncomfortable with morally gray characters, intense power dynamics, or explicit scenes that push the boundaries of consent, this is not the book for you.