I should have known that third glass of champagne was a terrible idea.

But here I was, standing in the middle of Shen Corporation's annual party, watching the room spin like a carousel while my best friend Zhou Mei laughed at something our colleague was saying. The crystal chandeliers above blurred into stars, and the classical music playing in the background sounded far away, like I was underwater.

"Lin Xia, are you okay?" Mei grabbed my arm, her face swimming into focus. "You look really pale."

"I'm fine," I lied, gripping her shoulder for balance. "Just need some air."

The Golden Phoenix Hotel ballroom was packed with employees celebrating another successful year. Everyone was dressed in their finest clothes, trying to impress the executives who rarely mingled with us common workers. I had spent half my monthly salary on this black cocktail dress, hoping to look professional and elegant. Now I just felt dizzy and regretful.

"I told you not to drink on an empty stomach," Mei scolded, but her eyes were sympathetic. "Come on, let's get you to the bathroom."

I shook my head, immediately regretting the movement. "No, I just need fresh air. The balcony. I'll be fine."

Before Mei could protest, I pulled away and stumbled through the crowd. People were laughing, dancing, drinking. The marketing department had won the Best Performance Award this quarter, which meant everyone was in high spirits. Normally, I would be celebrating with them. But tonight, the champagne had hit me harder than expected.

Maybe because I had skipped lunch to finish the Chen account presentation. Maybe because I had been working fourteen-hour days for the past three weeks. Maybe because stress and exhaustion had finally caught up with me.

I pushed through the balcony doors and gasped as cool night air hit my flushed face. The city stretched out before me, thousands of lights twinkling in the darkness. Shanghai looked beautiful from the twenty-eighth floor. Peaceful. Unlike the chaos inside my head.

I leaned against the railing, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. That's what Mom always told me when I was anxious. Think of something calm. Something peaceful.

But my mind kept drifting to the hospital bills sitting on my kitchen table. Mom's cancer treatment was expensive, and even with insurance, the costs were crushing me. I sent most of my salary home every month, living on instant noodles and cheap tea. The promotion I had been hoping for went to someone else last week. Someone whose uncle was on the board of directors.

Life wasn't fair. I had learned that lesson early.

"Stupid champagne," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "Stupid expensive party. Stupid"

The balcony door opened behind me. I didn't turn around, assuming it was Mei coming to check on me. But the footsteps were heavier. Masculine. They stopped a few feet away.

"Rough night?"

The voice was deep, smooth, and somehow familiar. It reminded me of that actor from the drama I had been watching last week. What was his name? Zhang something? The one with the perfect jawline and mysterious eyes?

I turned around, squinting through my champagne haze.

The man standing there was tall and broad-shouldered, his silhouette backlit by the ballroom lights. I couldn't see his face clearly, but he was wearing an expensive suit the kind that probably cost more than my monthly rent. His hands were in his pockets, posture relaxed but elegant.

"Very rough," I admitted, my tongue loose from alcohol. "Do you ever feel like you're working yourself to death and getting nowhere?"

He was quiet for a moment. "Sometimes."

"I've been at this company for three years." The words poured out before I could stop them. "Three years of sixty-hour weeks, skipped lunches, canceled plans. And for what? To watch people with connections get promoted while I stay stuck in the same position."

"That must be frustrating."

"Frustrating?" I laughed bitterly. "It's soul-crushing. But I can't quit because I need the money. My mom is sick, and the bills keep piling up, and I feel like I'm drowning but I have to keep swimming because if I stop, we both go under."

I realized I was rambling to a complete stranger and pressed my hand over my mouth. "Sorry. I don't usually talk this much. The champagne"

"It's fine," he interrupted gently. "Sometimes it's easier to talk to strangers."

There was something kind in his voice that made my chest ache. When was the last time someone had just listened to me without judgment or advice? Mei meant well, but she always tried to fix things. This stranger just stood there, present and patient.

I looked up at him, trying to focus on his face. The balcony lights were dim, but I could make out strong features. Sharp cheekbones. A defined jaw. Dark eyes that seemed to see right through me.

He looked exactly like Zhang Han from my favorite drama.

"You know what?" I said suddenly, emboldened by champagne courage. "You look just like my favorite actor. Like, exactly like him. Are you his secret twin or something?"

His lips curved slightly. "I don't think so."

"It's uncanny." I moved closer, tilting my head to study him. "The same eyes. The same jaw. Even the same way of standing, all elegant and mysterious."

"Mysterious?" There was amusement in his tone now.

"Very mysterious. Like you have secrets." I poked his chest with one finger. His suit was soft, expensive fabric. "Do you have secrets, mysterious stranger?"

"Everyone has secrets."

"That's a mysterious answer." I giggled, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the cool night air. Maybe it was talking to someone who didn't know me, didn't expect anything from me.

Or maybe I was just losing my mind.

"You should go back inside," he said quietly. "Your friend will worry."

"In a minute." I swayed slightly, and his hand shot out to steady my elbow. His grip was firm but gentle. Warm through the thin fabric of my dress.

I looked up at him, and suddenly the balcony felt smaller. More intimate. His face was close to mine now, close enough that I could smell his cologne something expensive and woodsy that made my head spin even more.

"You're really handsome," I heard myself say. "Like, unfairly handsome."

"You're drunk."

"Only a little bit." I held up my fingers to show a small space between them. "Tiny bit drunk. Microscopic."

He shook his head, and I saw his lips twitch like he was fighting a smile. That small, almost-smile did something strange to my heart. Made it skip and flutter like a trapped bird.

Before I could think, before I could stop myself, before my sober brain could scream warnings I stood on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his.

The kiss lasted maybe three seconds. His lips were warm and surprisingly soft. He smelled like cedar and something crisp, like winter mornings. For one perfect moment, the world stopped spinning and everything felt right.

Then reality crashed down like a bucket of ice water.

I stumbled backward, my hand flying to my mouth. "Oh my God. Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did that. I never do things like that. I'm not that kind of person. I just... you like... and I thought..."

The balcony door burst open, flooding us with light and noise.

"Lin Xia, there you are!" Mei's voice rang out. "We've been looking everywhere for" She stopped abruptly, her eyes going wide. "President Shen?"

President Shen?

No. No, no, no.

I blinked hard, the champagne fog clearing slightly as more light spilled across the man's face. Strong features. Sharp cheekbones. Dark eyes that were now carefully blank. But not warm. Not kind. Cold and assessing.

Not Zhang Han the actor.

Shen Yichen. The CEO of Shen Corporation. The youngest billionaire in Shanghai. The man known throughout the business world as the Ice Prince because of his ruthless business tactics and complete lack of emotion.

The man who controlled my career, my future, my entire livelihood.

The man I had just kissed in front of my best friend and God knew who else was standing in that doorway.

My stomach dropped straight through the floor.

"I" My voice came out as a squeak. "I didn't, I thought"

Shen Yichen's expression remained perfectly neutral, but something flickered in his dark eyes. Amusement? Annoyance? I couldn't tell. His face was an unreadable mask.

"Miss Lin," he said coolly, his voice completely different from the gentle tone he had used moments ago. "I suggest you get some rest. You clearly need it."

Then he walked past me, past Mei's shocked face, past the small crowd that had gathered at the balcony door all of them staring at me with expressions ranging from horror to gleeful shock.

I heard whispers starting already.

"Did she just kiss President Shen?"

"Is she insane?"

"I got it on video!"

"She's so fired."

The world tilted again, but this time it had nothing to do with champagne.

I had just kissed Shen Yichen, the coldest, most powerful man in the company. In front of witnesses. On video.

This wasn't just the worst mistake of my life. This was a complete and total disaster. Somehow, I knew my life would never be the same again.

End of Chapter 1

I woke up with a headache that felt like someone was using my skull as a drum.

Sunlight streamed through my tiny apartment window, stabbing directly into my eyes. I groaned and pulled the thin blanket over my head, trying to hide from the world. But hiding wouldn't change what happened last night.

The memories came flooding back in horrifying detail.

The champagne. The balcony. The handsome stranger who turned out to be my company's CEO. The kiss. Oh God, the kiss. The shocked faces. The whispers. The video.

Someone had recorded it. Someone had actual video evidence of me, Lin Xia, kissing Shen Yichen like we were in some romantic drama.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, squinting at the screen. Forty-seven missed messages. Twenty-three missed calls. My work group chat had exploded with over two hundred messages overnight.

My hands shook as I opened the chat.

Wang Fei: Did everyone see what happened at the party?!

Liu Min: I can't believe Lin Xia kissed President Shen!

Zhao Jun: She's so brave. Or so stupid. I can't decide which.

Chen Yu: The video is already all over the company WeChat. Someone sent it to EVERYONE.

Wang Fei: She's definitely getting fired.

Liu Min: Maybe she was trying to seduce him for a promotion?

I wanted to throw my phone across the room. Instead, I scrolled further, my stomach churning with each message.

Zhao Jun: I heard President Shen left the party immediately after.

Chen Yu: He looked so angry. His face was like ice.

Wang Fei: Poor Lin Xia. She's done for.

My phone buzzed with a call. Mei's name flashed across the screen. I considered not answering, but she would just keep calling until I picked up.

"Hello?" My voice came out raspy and pathetic.

"Lin Xia! Thank God you answered!" Mei sounded breathless. "Are you okay? I've been worried sick all night!"

"I'm alive," I muttered, sitting up slowly. My head throbbed with each movement. "Barely."

"What were you thinking?" Mei's voice pitched higher. "Kissing President Shen? In front of everyone? Lin Xia, this isn't like you at all!"

"I know." I pressed my palm against my forehead. "I wasn't thinking. I was drunk, and confused, and I thought he was someone else, and" My voice cracked. "Mei, what am I going to do? Everyone saw. Everyone knows."

"I know, sweetie." Her tone softened. "Look, maybe it's not as bad as you think. Maybe President Shen will just ignore it. Rich people deal with weird situations all the time, right?"

"Or maybe I'll be fired before lunch." I laughed bitterly. "I can't lose this job, Mei. I need the money for Mom's treatment. If I get blacklisted from Shen Corporation, no other company will hire me. My reputation will be destroyed."

Silence on the other end. Because we both knew I was right.

"Just stay home today," Mei finally said. "Call in sick. Give it a few days for people to forget about it."

"People won't forget about this." I stood up and walked to my small bathroom, catching sight of myself in the mirror. I looked terrible. Dark circles under my eyes. Hair tangled like a bird's nest. Yesterday's makeup smeared across my face. "This is the kind of scandal that follows you forever."

"Then face it head-on," Mei said firmly. "You made a mistake. A drunk, embarrassing mistake. But you're not a coward, Lin Xia. You never have been."

After we hung up, I stood under the shower for twenty minutes, letting hot water wash away the remnants of last night. But it couldn't wash away the shame. The fear. The complete mortification of what I had done.

I had kissed Shen Yichen.

The Ice Prince. The man whose cold stare could make executives twice his age stammer and sweat. The man who fired people without blinking. The man who was so far above me that we might as well exist in different universes.

And I had kissed him like he was my boyfriend.

I dried off and stared at my closet. Should I even bother going to work? Maybe I should start updating my resume instead. Start looking for new jobs in different cities. Change my name and move to the countryside.

No. Mei was right. I wasn't a coward.

I pulled out my most professional outfit a navy blue blazer and matching skirt. Conservative. Serious. The kind of outfit that said "I'm a responsible employee who made one terrible mistake but deserves a second chance."

My hands trembled as I applied makeup, trying to hide the evidence of a sleepless night. Foundation. Concealer. A touch of mascara. Neutral lipstick. I twisted my hair into a neat bun and studied my reflection.

I looked like I was going to a funeral.

Maybe I was. The funeral of my career.

The subway ride to work felt like a walk to the executioner's block. Every station that passed brought me closer to my doom. I rehearsed apologies in my head. Practiced explanations. Tried to find words that would somehow make this situation less catastrophic.

But what could I possibly say? "Sorry I kissed you, Mr. Shen. I was drunk and thought you were a famous actor"? That would just make it worse.

When I arrived at the Shen Corporation building, I paused outside, staring up at the gleaming glass tower that housed my workplace. Forty-two floors of steel and ambition. I worked on the fifteenth floor in the marketing department. Shen Yichen's office was on the top floor, in a penthouse suite I had never seen and probably never would.

I took a deep breath and walked through the revolving doors.

The lobby fell silent as I entered.

Employees I barely knew stopped their conversations to stare. The receptionist's eyes widened. Two junior accountants whispered behind their hands. Even the security guard looked at me with a mixture of pity and fascination.

I kept my head high and walked to the elevator, my heels clicking against the marble floor. Each step felt like a mile. My face burned with embarrassment, but I refused to run. Refused to hide.

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside. Just as they started to close, a hand shot out to stop them.

My heart stopped.

But it wasn't Shen Yichen. It was Chen Hao, his executive assistant. Chen Hao was in his early thirties, always impeccably dressed, and known for being the only person who could work with the Ice Prince without getting frostbite.

He stepped into the elevator with me, pressing the button for the top floor. We stood in silence as the doors closed and the elevator began to rise.

I tried not to panic. Why was his assistant here? Was he coming to escort me out of the building? To personally deliver my termination letter?

"Miss Lin," Chen Hao said quietly, his expression neutral. "President Shen would like to see you in his office."

My stomach dropped. "Now?"

"Yes. Now."

"Am I being fired?" The question came out as a whisper.

Chen Hao's expression didn't change. "President Shen will explain everything. Please follow me."

The elevator climbed higher and higher. Past the fifteenth floor where I should have gotten off. Past the twentieth, thirtieth, fortieth floors. Finally, it dinged softly and opened onto the forty-second floor.

I had never been here before. The top floor was legendary a place where only executives and important clients were allowed. The hallway was lined with modern art and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of Shanghai.

Chen Hao led me down the hallway to a set of massive double doors. He knocked once, then opened them.

"Miss Lin Xia is here, President Shen."

"Send her in."

That voice. Deep and cold, nothing like the gentle tone from last night on the balcony. This was the real Shen Yichen. The Ice Prince.

I stepped into the office, and the doors closed behind me with a soft click.

The office was huge. Minimalist and modern, with sleek furniture and abstract art on the walls. Behind a massive desk sat Shen Yichen, looking exactly as intimidating as his reputation suggested.

He was even more handsome in the morning light than he had been on that dim balcony. Sharp features. Perfect bone structure. Dark eyes that seemed to see straight through my professional armor to the terrified woman beneath.

He wore a charcoal gray suit that probably cost more than my entire year's salary. His dark hair was styled perfectly. His expression was completely unreadable that famous ice-cold mask that made him so feared in the business world.

"Miss Lin," he said, his voice calm and measured. "Please sit down."

I sat in one of the chairs across from his desk, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to stop them from shaking.

"I assume you know why you're here," he continued.

"Yes, President Shen." My voice sounded small in this enormous office. "About last night. I want to apologize. I was drunk and confused, and I made a terrible mistake. It was completely unprofessional, and I take full responsibility for my actions."

"I see." He leaned back in his chair, studying me with those dark, unreadable eyes. "And what do you think should happen now?"

Was this a trick question? "I... I understand if you need to terminate my employment. I won't cause any trouble. I'll sign whatever paperwork you need and leave quietly."

Something flickered across his face. Surprise? Respect? It was gone before I could identify it.

"What if I told you," he said slowly, "that I have a different solution to this problem? One that would benefit both of us."

I blinked. "I don't understand."

Shen Yichen stood up and walked to the window, his back to me. The morning sun outlined his tall figure, making him look even more imposing.

"That kiss last night has become a problem," he said. "The video has spread throughout the company. By now, half of Shanghai's business community has probably seen it. People are asking questions about my personal life. Making assumptions."

My face burned with shame. "I'm so sorry"

He held up one hand, cutting off my apology. "What's done is done. The question now is how we handle the situation moving forward."

He turned to face me, and his expression was still cold, but there was something calculating in his eyes. Something that made my heart beat faster with a different kind of fear.

"I have a proposition for you, Miss Lin. One that will solve both of our problems."

I waited, hardly daring to breathe.

"Marry me."

End of Chapter 2

For a moment, I thought I had misheard him.

"I'm sorry," I said slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Did you just say... marry you?"

Shen Yichen's expression remained perfectly neutral, as if he had just suggested we discuss the weather instead of proposing marriage to a woman he barely knew. "Yes. I'm asking you to marry me."

I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. For him to smile and say he was joking. But his face stayed cold and serious, those dark eyes fixed on me with unsettling intensity.

"You can't be serious," I finally managed to say.

"I'm completely serious." He walked back to his desk and pulled out a folder, setting it down between us. "This is a contract marriage proposal. One year. Purely business. No romantic involvement required."

My head spun worse than it had from the champagne. "I don't understand. Why would you want to marry me? You're Shen Yichen. You could marry anyone. Models, actresses, heiresses. Why would you choose someone who works in your marketing department? Someone who just humiliated you in front of your entire company?"

He sat down, steepling his fingers together. "Because that humiliation created an opportunity."

"An opportunity?" I repeated blankly.

"My grandmother has been pressuring me to get married for the past three years," he explained, his tone businesslike, as if discussing a merger instead of a marriage. "She's eighty-two years old and in poor health. Her greatest wish is to see me settled before she dies. I've been avoiding the subject, but after last night's incident, she called me at midnight, demanding to know who the woman in the video was."

I felt my face flush hot with embarrassment again. "Your grandmother saw the video?"

"Half of Shanghai saw the video, Miss Lin." A trace of dry humor entered his voice. "The good news is that my grandmother was delighted. She thinks the kiss was romantic. Spontaneous. Proof that I'm finally capable of human emotion."

Despite the surreal situation, I almost laughed. If only his grandmother knew the truth that I had been drunk and confused, mistaking her grandson for a television actor.

"So you want to marry me to make your grandmother happy?" I asked.

"Partially." He opened the folder and pulled out several typed pages. "I also have a board meeting next month where several members plan to question my leadership. They believe my lack of a personal life makes me unstable. Unmarriageable. Too focused on work to make balanced decisions for the company."

"That's ridiculous," I said without thinking.

His eyebrow raised slightly. "Nevertheless, it's their perception. And perception matters in business. A wife would solve multiple problems at once. It would satisfy my grandmother, silence the board members, and turn last night's scandal into a romantic story."

I tried to process this information. "But why me specifically? Surely there are better candidates. Someone from your social circle. Someone who actually belongs in your world."

"Because you need something from me as well," he said calmly. "I've reviewed your file, Miss Lin. Your performance reviews are excellent, but I also see that you've been sending most of your salary home for the past eighteen months. Your mother is receiving cancer treatment at Shanghai General Hospital. The costs are significant."

My breath caught. He had looked into my personal life. My family situation. Heat rushed to my cheeks partly from anger, partly from shame that he knew how desperate my situation was.

"That's private information," I said tightly.

"I'm the CEO. Nothing in my company is private from me." His tone wasn't cruel, just matter-of-fact. "I'm not judging you, Miss Lin. I'm offering you a solution. Marry me for one year, and I'll cover all of your mother's medical expenses. The best doctors. The best treatments. Whatever she needs."

My heart hammered in my chest. This couldn't be real. People didn't just offer to pay hundreds of thousands of yuan for a fake marriage. "And what would I have to do in return?"

"Play the role of my wife in public. Attend social events with me. Live in my apartment to maintain the appearance of a real marriage. Act appropriately affectionate when we're being observed." He pushed the contract toward me. "All the details are outlined here. Separate bedrooms. No physical intimacy beyond what's necessary for appearances. Complete confidentiality about the arrangement. After one year, we divorce quietly, and you receive additional compensation."

I picked up the contract with trembling hands. The first page alone made my head spin. Legal terminology I barely understood. Clauses and sub-clauses. But certain numbers jumped out at me.

Full medical coverage for my mother. A monthly allowance of fifty thousand yuan. A divorce settlement of five million yuan at the end of the year.

Five million yuan.

That kind of money would change my life completely. Pay off all of Mom's debts. Set her up comfortably for years. Give me the freedom to actually choose my career path instead of just surviving.

"This is insane," I whispered.

"It's practical," he corrected. "You need money for your mother. I need a wife for appearances. We can help each other."

I looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of emotion. But Shen Yichen remained perfectly composed, as cold and distant as his reputation suggested. This was just another business transaction to him. Another problem to solve with money and contracts.

"What if I say no?" I asked.

"Then I'll ask someone else, and you'll return to your position in the marketing department. No hard feelings. No retaliation." He paused. "But I think we both know this is an advantageous offer."

Advantageous. What a cold way to describe it.

I thought about my mother, growing weaker each day despite her brave smiles. I thought about the stack of hospital bills on my kitchen table. The exhaustion of working endless hours just to stay afloat. The knowledge that no matter how hard I worked, I might never earn enough to truly help her.

"I need time to think about this," I said finally.

"You have until tomorrow morning." Shen Yichen stood up, signaling the meeting was over. "Chen Hao will provide you with his contact information. Call him with your decision by nine AM. If you agree, we'll begin the arrangements immediately."

I stood as well, clutching the contract folder to my chest. My legs felt unsteady, like the ground beneath me had shifted into quicksand.

"Miss Lin," he said as I turned toward the door. "One more thing."

I looked back at him.

"If you agree to this arrangement, you'll need to commit fully. Half-hearted performances won't work. My grandmother is sharp, and the board members are skeptical. Everyone must believe this marriage is real." His dark eyes held mine. "Can you do that? Can you convince people that you're in love with me?"

The question hung in the air between us. Could I pretend to love someone as cold and intimidating as Shen Yichen? Could I act affectionate toward a man who saw marriage as just another business contract?

"I'm a better actress than you think," I heard myself say.

Something flickered in his expression was it amusement? Interest? It vanished so quickly I might have imagined it.

"We'll see," he said quietly. "Chen Hao will escort you out."

As if on cue, the office doors opened and Chen Hao appeared. I followed him out into the hallway, my mind reeling.

The elevator ride down felt surreal. Chen Hao handed me his business card without a word, then left me in the lobby. I stood there for a long moment, staring at the card in one hand and the contract folder in the other.

Marry Shen Yichen. The Ice Prince. The man I had accidentally kissed.

It was completely insane.

It was also the answer to every problem that had been crushing me for the past year.

I walked out of the building and headed straight for the subway, not ready to face my colleagues yet. I needed to go somewhere quiet. Somewhere I could think.

Twenty minutes later, I sat in a small park near my apartment, the contract spread across my lap. I read through every page carefully, trying to understand all the legal language.

The terms were clear. One year of marriage. Public appearances as needed. Separate living spaces within his penthouse apartment. No romantic or physical relationship. Complete confidentiality if I ever revealed the truth about our arrangement, I would owe him fifty million yuan in penalties.

My phone buzzed. A message from the hospital.

*Miss Lin, this is Shanghai General Hospital. We wanted to remind you that your mother's next treatment payment is due by the end of the week. Please contact our billing department to arrange payment.*

I stared at the message, my chest tightening. The next treatment would cost forty thousand yuan. I had saved fifteen thousand. I could borrow from friends, work extra hours, maybe delay the payment by a few weeks.

Or I could sign Shen Yichen's contract and never worry about money again.

My phone rang. It was Mom.

"Xia Xia," her weak voice came through the speaker. "How are you, baby?"

"I'm good, Mom." I forced brightness into my tone. "How are you feeling today?"

"Much better. The nurses here are so kind." She coughed, and my heart clenched. "Don't worry about me. I know you're working hard. You don't need to send so much money. I'm fine."

She was lying. I could hear it in her voice. She was getting weaker, and we both knew it.

"Mom," I said softly. "What if I told you I had an opportunity? A really good job opportunity that would pay much better?"

"Oh, sweetheart, that's wonderful! But don't push yourself too hard. Your health is important too."

We talked for a few more minutes before she grew tired and had to rest. After we hung up, I sat in the park for a long time, watching children play and elderly couples walk hand in hand.

One year. That's all Shen Yichen was asking for. One year of pretending, and my mother could have the best care available. One year, and I could stop drowning in debt.

What did I have to lose? My pride? I had already lost that when I kissed him in front of everyone.

As the sun began to set, I made my decision.

I pulled out Chen Hao's business card and typed a message:

This is Lin Xia. Please tell President Shen I accept his proposal.

I hit send before I could change my mind.

Three dots appeared immediately, indicating he was typing. Then:

President Shen will expect you at his office tomorrow at 8 AM to finalize the arrangements. Bring your identification documents.

I stared at the message, reality crashing over me like a wave.

I was going to marry Shen Yichen.

The cold CEO I had accidentally kissed was about to become my husband.

End of Chapter 3