He stole her legacy at seventeen.
She swore she’d hate him forever.
One forced marriage contract later, and hate has never felt so good.
Isabella de la Vega was supposed to reclaim the vineyards her family lost to the ruthless Valderrama empire.
Instead she’s kidnapped off the Côte d’Azur by the one man she’s spent eight years despising: Luca Valderrama, billionaire tycoon, walking sin, and the boy who stole her first kiss when she was ten years old.
His offer is simple, and diabolical:
Marry him for one year. On paper only.
Walk away with every acre, every barrel, every drop of blood money he used to bury her family.
She signs.
She hates herself for it.
She hates him even more when one scorching kiss proves her body never got the memo.
Luca Valderrama doesn’t do half-measures.
He’s spent years watching her from the shadows, waiting for the day she’d be his.
Now she’s in his jet, in his penthouse, in his bed, and the word temporary is about to be erased from both their vocabularies.
Because the contract was never the real trap.
The real trap is the way she moans his name.
The way he drops to his knees just to taste her.
The way hate melts into obsession, and obsession becomes the kind of love that builds empires instead of burning them.
But when a ruthless rival threatens everything they’ve fought for, Isabella has to decide: walk away with her pride and her vineyards…
or stand beside the man who destroyed her world and somehow gave her a better one.
From the sun-drenched cellars of Rioja to moonlit terraces in Tuscany, from a marriage built on revenge to a family forged in fire, this is the story of two dynasties that only found peace when their heirs surrendered to the sweetest defeat of all.
Warning: This standalone billionaire romance is packed with explicit scenes, possessive alpha deliciousness, a fake marriage that turns deliciously real, and enough steam to fog the windows of a private jet. Happily ever after (and two epilogues’ worth of babies under the stars) guaranteed.
