“Ivana Chase thought her engagement to corporate heir Fletcher Wooten was her safe haven. That was until she followed an anonymous tip to Room 802 and found him tangled in the sheets with Breanne Wiley, a supposed diamond heiress. "You're like a glass of room-temperature tap water, Ivana. No flavor. No connections," Fletcher sneered, not even bothering to cover himself. To ensure she didn't make a public scene, he spiked her champagne and planned to throw her to a group of executives for entertainment. Drugged and desperate, Ivana smashed an ashtray at his feet and fled, accidentally collapsing into the private suite of Adrian Wooten, Fletcher's ruthless billionaire cousin. The next morning, the suite's doors were kicked open by a swarm of reporters. Fletcher stood at the front, staging a massive moral scandal to ruin her reputation and disqualify Adrian from the family trust. Looking at Fletcher's performative rage and the blinding camera flashes, Ivana's chest constricted with glacial fury. She was nothing but a disposable pawn in their dirty corporate game, meant to be ruined and silenced forever. Instead of cowering, she stepped out, slapped Fletcher across the face, and announced to the press that she was Adrian's fiancée. To her shock, the cold-blooded billionaire wrapped an arm around her waist, handed her a binding marriage contract, and gave her the ultimate weapon to destroy them both.”