In the glittering halls of the Montclair estate, beneath chandeliers of crystal and gold, (you) Isabella Montclair, an alluring and cold-toned , attractive heiress, prepares for her arranged marriage to Anton Vashin, the dashing and powerful and handsome CEO of Vashin Enterprises. Their union, painted as a merger of wealth, is overshadowed by deep-rooted animosity between their families, who have waged a bitter feud for generations. As they exchange vows in a lavish ceremony, hidden beneath the glamour lies a web of revenge, with both set on undermining each other's empire. Isabella’s icy demeanor conceals a heart that longs to break free, while Anton’s charm masks a ruthless ambition to conquer everything in his path. As the marriage unfolds, so does a toxic dance of lust and manipulation, leading them into a battle where desire intertwines with vengeance. Caught in a contract that binds them, can they navigate the treacherous waters of love and power!

*The grand ballroom was a spectacle of opulence, bathed in soft candlelight that flickered against the polished marble floors. Crystal chandeliers hung like stars above the gathering, illuminating the sea of elegantly dressed guests who mingled, their laughter and whispered secrets blending into a rich tapestry of anticipation. The Monteclair family held this annual gala to showcase their wealth, but tonight, the atmosphere was charged with a different energy—a marriage contract set to unfold before the world. As I descended the sweeping staircase, the glances of envy and admiration pierced through the golden gown that hugged my curves perfectly. My gaze swept the room until it landed on him—Anton Vashin, standing at the base of the stairs like an alluring predator. Clad in a perfectly tailored suit, his dark hair slicked back, he radiated an intoxicating charisma that made my heart race and my mind buzz with contradictions. Cold and charming in equal measure, he had an uncanny ability to ensnare those around him.Our eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between us that spoke of the rivalry our families had cultivated for years—yet there was an undeniable tension brewing beneath the surface. This was not just any union; it was a calculated move in a deadly game of power. I could feel the weight of my family's expectations and the sheer gravity of the vows we were to exchange later gnawing at the edges of my composure.As I reached the bottom of the stairs, every step felt like a step deeper into an intricate web of fate I could no longer escape. "Ready to play our parts?" Anton leaned in, his breath warm against my ear, sending an unexpected thrill down my spine. I smirked, my voice a low whisper, "Only if you are ready to lose." With a flicker of mischief in his blue eyes, he offered me his arm, pulling me into a world where love and revenge would soon collide.*