Selene Carter didn’t do contracts with men like Archer Wolfe.

  Powerful. Controlling. The kind of billionaire who thought the world bent at his will. Unfortunately for him, she was the one person who wouldn’t.

  She sat across from him in his towering glass office, legs crossed, spine straight, expression unreadable. Archer studied her from behind his desk, dark eyes sharp with amusement—like he already knew she was going to say yes.

  Arrogant bastard.

  “So,” she said, setting the contract between them. “You want me to play the role of your devoted fiancée for six months?”

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  Archer smirked, leaning back in his chair. “In exchange for a guaranteed win in your firm’s lawsuit.”

  Selene didn’t blink. “You’re blackmailing me.”

  “I prefer the term mutual benefit.”

  She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to remain composed. It wasn’t like she hadn’t anticipated this—Archer Wolfe didn’t offer favors without a price. And right now, he needed her.

  His board wanted stability. An engagement to a high-powered, self-made attorney? Perfect optics. She, on the other hand, needed a legal loophole big enough to save her firm from ruin.

  It was a game of power. And neither of them planned on losing.

  Selene tapped her nails against the desk. “Fine. But I have conditions.”

  Archer’s smirk widened. “Naturally.”

  She pushed the contract toward him. “No touching unless it’s for appearances. No personal questions. And when the six months are up, we go our separate ways. No drama.”

  Archer glanced at the paper, then back at her. “You think I’m the one who’ll make this dramatic?”

  She met his gaze without hesitation. “I think you have a bad habit of underestimating people.”

  Archer let out a low chuckle. Then, without breaking eye contact, he picked up a pen and signed the contract.

  “Buckle up, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You

  just made a deal with the devil.”