Jason POV
What were the odds? Seriously, what were the actual odds that out of all the girls in the world, I'd end up married—albeit temporarily—to Ella Kingsley? And not just married but under a contract she drafted herself, complete with ironclad clauses that screamed, "Do not fall for me, Jason King."
The fact that her father had no clue she was pulling one over on him was equal parts amusing and terrifying. Charles Kingsley wasn't just anyone; he was a business tycoon, a strategist who could see through any loophole. Yet here we were, Ella and me, walking the tightrope of a one-year marriage contract while trying to keep up appearances.
I leaned back on my couch, staring at my phone as I reread her last text:
"The no-feelings clause stays. Non-negotiable."
