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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

The moment Theo opened the door, Miles was already there, standing beside the room service cart, contained the food Daisy had requested earlier.

"Sir," Miles said, his eyes widening slightly and almost smiling, when suddenly Theo tilted his head and gave a slow blink.

"Ahem, madam's food is here," he added quickly, regaining his composure.

"Thanks, Miles. You can go… rest now." Theo gave him a light pat on the back, then subtly glanced over his shoulder, checking to make sure Daisy wasn't watching them too closely. Satisfied, he turned his head slightly to the right, where Marla stood silently. "You too, Marla."

"Yes, sir," they both responded in unison, politely excusing themselves.

But just as they turned, Theo stepped out of the room a little more and added in a low voice, "Reschedule all my meetings to the day after tomorrow… and keep acting like you did before. No changes."

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