My Contract Husband Is an Iceberg

In order to escape from the blood-sucking family, I agreed to that man's contract marriage. Rumor has it that he is the Yama of the business world, ruthless and we are just partners who each get what we need. During the day, we were strangers living in separate rooms; late at night, he always hugged me tightly in his sleep and murmured my nickname helplessly. When I thought this scene was going to end, he blocked me in a corner with red eyes: "The contract is void, but there will be no end to death between you and me." Later I learned that he had spent all his efforts to set up this trap, just to walk towards me step by step and heal my broken past.