At two o’clock in the morning, Harper was pushed to the brink of breakdown by her mother Linda’s nonstop texts pressuring her to get married. Tormented inside, she opened a boyfriend-rental app and filled in her requirement: “Priority: can roast a turkey.” The next morning, Owen showed up at her doorstep carrying a gift box — a 4.9-star rating, three references, and he even brought a pie. He was too perfect to be real. He got her through the Christmas marriage nagging in Vermont, memorized every relative’s birthday, had wild snowball fights with her, and played the piano tenderly by the fireplace. But once the holiday ended, his account was deactivated, his phone number disconnected. He vanished without a trace. Back in New York, Harper convinced herself it had only ever been a transaction. Until the new CEO walked into the all-hands meeting — it was none other than the man who’d roasted turkey in her kitchen. Thus began a love story born from a fake deal and tangled in power games. Harper gradually realizes: from the very start, this man had chosen her, and only her.
