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“Let’s change the job’s contract.”
“Sorry?”
“Let’s switch it. From a work contract… to a marriage one.”

Theo Kingsley doesn’t believe in soft edges. He’s spent years burying the version of himself that once felt too much, the kind and gentle side. His world is built on control, silence, and icy precision.

Then comes Daisy Sinclair. The chaos.

Former heiress. Newly broke. All pink, perfume, and polished nails. Once a pampered princess trying to piece her life together after her family’s downfall… a downfall Theo might’ve had something to do with.

She shows up expecting a job.

What she gets is a marriage contract.

To Theo, marrying Daisy is a calculated move, a way to silence the side of himself he can’t afford to let out.

To Daisy, it’s absolutely insane. But her credit cards are maxed, her options are few, and the Ice King is surprisingly… tolerable. Sometimes?

Thrown into a world of cold suits and colder stares, Daisy's mission becomes simple: survive.

But as sparks start flying and walls begin to crack, one thing becomes dangerously unclear:

Is she melting the Ice King’s heart or just falling for a man who doesn’t know which version of himself is real?

Married to The Ice King: Pampered Princess' Survival Guide

Daisy crossed her arms, standing still in front of the couch. Theo didn't flinch after she shouted with her high-pitched voice.

"Hmm…" She tilted her head, examining his unbothered, sleeping form. "You're high on macarons?"

She crouched slightly, squinting at him like a detective inspecting a suspect. The man looked strangely peaceful like this, head resting against the cushion, lips parted slightly, his sharp features softened by sleep. Daisy found herself staring longer than necessary, her eyes tracing the slope of his nose, the curve of his jaw, the way a lock of hair had fallen across his forehead.

"What am I doing?" she muttered, jerking her gaze away like she'd just been caught stealing glances in high school.

Fanning herself dramatically, she cast another sideways look at Theo, still sprawled on the couch like he hadn't a care in the world.

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