ExoShaneey

Ava Summers is the perfect daughter — business mogul, top of her class, future queen of spreadsheets, and the only Summers twin with functioning brain cells. She's survived nineteen years sharing a womb, a mansion, and half of her DNA with Eva Summers — the human embodiment of bad decisions who once tried to roast marshmallows on scented candles and nearly set the entire estate on fire.

So when their parents arranged one of them to marry Zeke Ford — the kingdom's most notorious heartbreaker — Ava took one for the team. She didn't flinch. She didn't panic.

She blinked once... probably because she was three glasses of margaritas deep after Eva spiked her drink and slid a suspicious contract under her nose — a contract that would transfer all of Ava's businesses and birthright to Eva if she refused to marry Zeke.

It was the first plan Eva ever pulled off successfully — and she regretted it the moment the Fords switched the grooms at the last minute.

Instead of waking up legally bound to Zeke — the charming, half-witted flirt who collects women like decorative throw pillows — Ava finds herself married to Zach Ford — the cold, brooding, emotionally constipated twin brother who hasn't smiled since the dinosaurs went extinct.

The Ford family hoped Eva's lively personality would drag Zach out of his miserable cave of grief and bad attitude after his fiancée's death.

Too bad they accidentally married him to the kingdom's most neurotic control freak instead.

Now Ava has a whole lifetime to survive a forced marriage to a man who communicates in glances, grunts, and the occasional eyebrow twitch, convince everyone she's madly in love with her new husband...

And figure out how to legally murder her sister without ruining the family name.

The plan was supposed to save the Summers' reputation.

Not burn the whole kingdom to the ground.

"With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I do."

A laugh-out-loud enemies-to-lovers rom-com about one grumpy recluse, one reluctant perfectionist, and one contractual catastrophe that will either end in true love...

Or arson with tax deductions.

With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I do.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Ava clutched her stomach, tilting her head back in an exaggerated display of mirth that would have made even a bad sitcom laugh track beg for mercy. "How did you even come up with that idea? That's so ridiculous! How can I, Eva Summers, be the perfect Ava Summers?"

Her laugh was so painfully fake that even a toddler with zero grasp of human emotions would have called her out on it. And, of course, Zach, being Zach, had already caught on.

His unimpressed stare bore into her like he was mentally preparing a PowerPoint presentation on all the ways her performance was disappointing.

He said nothing for a long moment, just watching her, before slowly shifting his gaze to absolutely nowhere—like he was contemplating the mysteries of the universe or deciding if this was the moment to finally give up on his life and go back to the basement.

Then, with the dramatic weight of a judge about to drop a guilty verdict, he spoke.

Contract? What Contract? Oh… That Contract