Sugar, Secrets and Upheaval

I took a fake husband gig to ruin a billionaire’s life. Now we own a villa, have matching suits, and apparently a chopper. Oops.I should’ve known things were off when the guy who hired me said “carriage” instead of Uber.Now I’m married to Levi Blake—a national treasure, pharmaceutical CEO, human refrigerator, and the man who just walked into parliament and abolished the monarchy and the nobility in a single speech.My only job? Wreck his reputation, so his family disowns him.Instead, I live in a sterile designer house with floor-to-ceiling windows and a locked door I’m not allowed to open. My new husband doesn’t touch me unless I beg. Also, he talks like a ghost from Victorian England and may or may not be running a morally ambiguous science cult.Which is fine. Totally fine.This is what people mean by found family, right?For readers who enjoy slow-burn psychological romance about trauma, power, moral dissonance, and the impossible act of loving someone who may never be capable of loving you back.