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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's mind went into chaos. At that moment, she blinked fast, hoping her brain would reboot too.

Because Theo… this Theo… was still leaning in front of her, his face just inches away, eyes sparkling with curiosity, like she was the most fascinating thing in the room.

Then, without warning, he reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

She flinched, her breath hitching. "What… what are you doing?"

He tilted his head. "Just fixing your hair. It was a little messy right here…" he said, grinning in a way that made it obvious he was lying. His fingers lingered a second too long near her cheek before pulling back. "There must be something interesting about you… right?"

'What is this?' Her breath caught as she blinked, trying to piece it together. 'He's completely like a different person.'

"Are you… like, sick?" she asked, hesitantly reaching a hand toward his forehead.

A Plan To Take Over