Di Mo owns half the world. Lily kills the other half, for the right price.

He's the billionaire CEO everyone fears, the man who crushes empires before breakfast and makes grown men cry during board meetings. She's the assassin no one sees coming, the woman who can kill you with a hairpin and still make her 8 AM piano class.

Their grandfathers made a deal sixty years ago: their grandchildren would marry, uniting two of the world's most powerful families. Seemed reasonable at the time. Less reasonable now that the groom runs a tech empire and the bride runs a body count.

The arrangement? Marry for one year. Maintain appearances. Don't catch feelings. Absolutely don't fall in love.

Simple enough, except Lily's last three targets were his business rivals (whoops), he's annoyingly attractive when he's threatening people, and their first kiss nearly burned down a five-star hotel.

Also, someone's trying to kill them both. Which would be romantic if it wasn't so inconvenient.

Now they're stuck playing house while dodging assassins, hiding bodies, and pretending they can't stand each other. But when you're married to a man who's more dangerous than your weapons dealer, and he's married to a woman who knows seventeen ways to kill him with a chopstick, "till death do us part" starts sounding less like a vow and more like a challenge.
She's killed for less than love. He's destroyed empires for more.

Together, they're either the world's deadliest power couple or the most expensive mistake their families ever made.

Probably both.

Daniel Craig's explanation gave Lily pause as she stood there mulling over the night before. No wonder all Di Mo did last night was hold her and sleep; he never intended to do anything else to begin with. He had literally just been using her as a cushion. The thought placated her somewhat, and she felt just a tiny bit of her resentment towards him dissipate. Taking on the role of a sleep cushion and sleeping pill was doable.


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