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.

Ava's eyes twitched behind her dark sunglasses. She took a slow, calculated breath, as if trying to physically inhale patience.

"Say that again, Kenryu," she said, voice syrupy with menace. "But slower."

Ryu's hands, already betraying him by trembling like leaves in a hurricane, made a valiant attempt to arrange the papers on his desk. They promptly failed. Several sheets flew into the air, one even landing on his own face.

"Uhm..." Ryu peeled the paper off, cleared his throat, and tried to smile, though it resembled more of a panicked grimace. "S-So what happened is..."

"O-One of our staff members was just, you know, d-doing their due diligence! Checking, double-checking, cross-referencing, ensuring perfection—"

Ava flexed her fingers. Ryu winced.

Knight In Shining Ferrari