Signed in Ink at the Altar

Ninety days. One signature. No feelings. That was the deal. Chef Sasha Bellamy is two weeks from losing her mother's bakery. Hotel billionaire Rafa Moreno needs a wife on paper for a board that counts his money and his morality. He offers to clear the debt. She makes him put it in writing. They move in. Separate wings. One dining table. A hundred arguments about salt. Then his grandmother arrives and takes the sofa until they share a room. Then a night market in Seville. Then a dish Sasha hasn't cooked since her mother taught her — and Rafa recognises it. He didn't find her by accident. Sasha has been chosen before, for money, for convenience, for other people's plans. She is done being chosen. On day ninety she asks for the papers. He says there aren't any. He voided the contract the day he met her. So she writes a new one. Hers.