The Billionaire's Reluctant Bride

"You're bleeding, little mouse," Ethan Sinclair’s voice was low, dangerous, and utterly captivating. One moment, I was about to lose everything—my father’s gallery, his legacy, my life—the next, I was cornered by Melbourne’s most ruthless billionaire. "I need a wife to secure my inheritance. You need money. It’s a contract, nothing more." He offered me salvation wrapped in a cold, heartless deal. No love. No touching. Just a signature. But standing in his office, signing away my freedom to the ruthless billionaire, I realized I wasn't just selling a year of my life. I was walking into the lion's den. "Congratulations, Mrs. Sinclair," he whispered, his eyes stripping me bare. "Now, play your part."