Sienna Hart is the 22‑year‑old heiress to a luxury empire. She’s blonde, petite, and her superpower is getting whatever she wants – usually by batting her lashes or throwing a playful tantrum. But her real hobby? Dating. She keeps a phone memo titled Star Sign Research – a scorecard for her eleven ex‑boyfriends: kissing technique, romance index, break‑up difficulty. Only one sign is missing from her collection: Leo.
One day, a man in a suit stops her on the street. Not to hit on her – to offer a contract. Damien Cross, heir to the city’s most dangerous crime family, needs a fake fiancée to dodge arranged marriages. Three months, ten million dollars. Sienna is about to say no – until she asks his birthday. August 2nd. Leo. “Deal.”
But she doesn’t know Damien chose her on purpose. Three months earlier, at a charity gala, he watched this tipsy girl stand on a couch and dump her Capricorn boyfriend over the phone, saying “Your sign is literally number eleven.” He was holding whiskey in the corner – and for the first time, he smiled. The “random” encounter on the street? He planned it for a month.
They sign. She moves into his penthouse. They kiss in front of his grandmother. She makes him punch a guy in a boutique because “you’re the boss, right?” Sienna thinks she’s running the game – until he takes a bullet. She rushes to his hospital bed and kisses him. Not for show. For real. That’s when she panics. She opens her star‑sign memo and stares at Leo’s empty row. She can’t fill
