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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

"Who do you think he is?" Miles whispered to Marla, leaning close to her ear as they stood guard-like in front of the perfume store.

They'd been there for a while now, watching from a distance like a pair of awkward bodyguards. After searching the entire area, they'd finally found him—thanks to the tracker Miles had managed to slip into Theo's shoes the night before. A genius move, even if Marla had rolled her eyes about it then.

Theo Kingsley stood inside the store, silent, motionless, completely ignoring the enthusiastic sales assistant trying to pitch him a limited edition scent. Just standing there like a statue, hands in his pockets, eyes glazed over.

"Give me every one of yours that smells like vanilla..." he said at last, his voice low and flat.

The sales assistant blinked, a bit thrown. "You mean… for men, sir?"

Staying Close Is Not An Option Anymore