A contract signed in ink. A marriage born of legacy. And two men caught in a slow-burning war they were never meant to survive.
Evan Beaumont has spent his entire life in the shadow of a name he didn’t choose and a future he never wanted. Quiet, careful, and far too observant for his good, he’s used to being the overlooked son — until a forgotten clause in an old contract drags him back into the spotlight… and straight into a marriage with the one man he’s tried for years to forget.
Alister Quinn is everything Evan isn’ cold, commanding, and emotionally untouchable. The heir to a ruthless media empire, Alister knows how to win wars without ever raising his voice — and he has no intention of letting his carefully controlled life spiral just because of a clause drafted decades ago.
The rules are Two years. No feelings. No mess. And absolutely no touching.
But forced proximity has a way of cracking old foundations. And pretending not to care is a dangerous game — especially when secrets, history, and late-night silences say otherwise.
In a world where legacy is law and love is a liability, what happens when the contract starts to feel like the only real thing left?
This novel is an example of faux-minimalistic style, with short, choppy sentences and characters who emote and communicate exclusively through jaw-clenching and awkward breathing. The lack of emotional depth, context, or meaningful dialogue made reading this book a challenge. After battling through 154 pages, the undeleted, raw editorial comment about plot inconsistency was the ending point for me. Not because of poor editing. Overall, the writing does not give a minimalistic, refreshing, or unique vibe. It is simplistic, unimaginative, and borderline boring at best. I still believe that some readers might appreciate the style, hence I opted for two star rating.