Divyne Lipps

She needed a job. He needed a nanny for his daughter. The contract was simple: thirty days, no personal entanglements, strict boundaries. But nobody warned her that the cold, distant billionaire would look at her like she was the only warm thing in his frozen world. Nobody warned him that the sunshine-filled woman sleeping down the hall would thaw parts of him he thought died with his wife. When the thirty days end, will the contract keep them apart-or will he tear it up to keep her forever?