Nadia Voss crashes a private rooftop party with one goal: steal enough food to survive another week while her mother's hospital bills pile up like accusations. What she doesn't plan for is kissing a stranger in the dark — and discovering, one agonizing second too late, that the man she kissed is Roman Ashford, the coldest billionaire in the city, who gives her a choice that isn't really a choice at all: thirty days as his fake fiancée, or a pair of handcuffs and a trespassing charge. The arrangement should be simple — a transaction, nothing more — but Roman is hiding something, and the closer Nadia gets, the more certain she becomes that his secrets and hers are not as separate as they should be. Every answer she finds only sharpens the question she's most afraid to ask, because Roman watches her the way a man watches someone who already matters, and Nadia cannot afford to matter to anyone right now. How do you survive a deal with a man who may have known, from the very beginning, exactly who you were?