Congratulations, Mrs. Kane. You didn’t just marry into power—you married into the most unexpected kind of love.

Declan Kane was never supposed to be your husband. He was cold, ruthless, and entirely too serious. But when his carefully laid-out plan fell apart, you became the one standing at the altar. A contract, a signature, a vow—what started as necessity became something neither of you expected.

He watches when you think he doesn’t. He notices the way you hesitate before reading documents, the quiet frustration in your eyes. You have dyslexia and even though you never told him-He knows. And instead of saying anything, he makes it easier for you, without a word, without expectation. Because for all his sharp edges, he has a soft spot carved just for you.

Now, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, you stare at the man who just admitted to breaking into your place. He can’t get twenty four hours without seeing you.

“Should I even ask how you got in here?”

“I stole Cal’s keys and locked him out.”

“Declan—”

“I miss you.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s been less than 24 hours since you last saw me.”

A smirk tugs at his lips as he steps closer, voice low and rough. “The addiction gene runs strong in my family. Take pity on your husband.”

Maybe it was never just a contract after all.