🖊️📑 Declan – the second „Dreamland boring billionaires” Saga – Mr Contracts & Canceled Emotions
I told myself I’d give it another shot. I know—I’m too kind for this world. After book one had me screaming at walls and questioning my life choices, I thought: “Let’s see what Declan’s up to.”
Maybe he’s got more depth. Perhaps he’s the one worth the emotional investment.
Spoiler alert: He wasn’t.
Instead, I got a masterclass in how hype can sell anything — even a fake relationship, a woman with the emotional presence of a shadow, and a man whose inner life is buried beneath a $3,000 suit.
Declan’s life goal? Become CEO of Grandpa’s empire — because dead rich men with too much time on their hands love to play corporate Cupids. The clause?
📜 „To inherit the company, you must get married and produce an heir.”
Yup. We’re doing that again.
Declan runs his personal life like he runs board meetings. His love language is business strategy. He drafts up a checklist for The Perfect Wife:
Emotionally empty ✔️
Magazine cover face ✔️
Contractual availability ✔️
Orgasm scheduled for Thursdays, 7:15 PM ✔️
Romance? Zilch.
Humanity? Deleted.
Efficiency? Top-tier.
Welcome to Corporate Love™, sterilized for your convenience.
🔧🧊❤️🩹 Iris – 911 for Emotionally Constipated Men
Enter Iris: Declan’s assistant, emotional caretaker, walking scheduler, and occasional human being. She’s like Zahra 2.0—but with a spine and her bank account. Fancy, huh?
Her job?
Not just keeping his meetings on time — oh no — She has to find him a wife. And plan the wedding. And propose for him. And set the altar reminder in Google Calendar. Because when your boss is Lieutenant Commander Data, love is just another task to tick off before that Q4 investor call.
Too bad she’s chained to a boss who treats her like a desktop app with red lipstick and heels.
💍 Today’s task for Iris: Declan’s wedding. Yep, you`ve read right—his wedding.
In Kane’s world, emotions are a software glitch, and people are commodities. Well, Iris has to … marry her boss….with another woman.
It’s not like marriage is an unimportant event in a person’s life, right? It is just another checkable task between an investor’s call and a meeting with the lawyers. Well, maybe it matters for humans. But for Declan, like robots? There is a high probability that it is customary to save the engagement in a PDF and digitally sign it.
💼 When Business Becomes Foreplay
Since the arranged marriage plan is sinking faster than the post-iceberg Titanic, Iris makes the obvious choice: she’ll marry him herself. Corporate girl-boss logic, baby: if your job eats your life, might as well marry your job—literally.
Saying “no” to a Kane man is apparently illegal in this universe. There’s probably a clause in her job description that covers contract marriage and Excel-based baby-making. So Iris, the competent and low-key emotionally starving assistant, steps into the sacrificial bridal gown and says yes to her CEO’s empire-building fantasy.
Because that’s how you level up in this world, right?
Be the wife. Be the plan. Be the martyr.
💤 Relationship Dynamics: Passion on Autopilot
And just like that, two fully grown adults enter into a marriage that’s less romantic than burnt toast. But wait—there’s more! Next step? Make a baby. A child who exists not from love, but from strategy. A human heirloom. Another item on the corporate to-do list.
An innocent child with a life dictated by an Excel spreadsheet, and squeezed between meetings and e-mails. Love would probably be delivered in bullet-point lists. A real KPI with diapers.
🫀 Their love story?
Declan manipulates, gaslights, and wounds. Iris forgives, suffers, and reports for emotional duty like it’s Monday morning. It’s The Fine Print all over again—only colder. More robotic. Declan is a less sexy android version of Rowan, and Iris is the kind of woman who deserves therapy, not vows.
The so-called relationship evolves like a cup of instant noodles, from Declan – the binary man, and Iris – the invisible woman, to Declan all hearts and stars, and Iris skillfully manipulated until she becomes the perfectly in love wife. It is just rudely forced transformation that bears no emotion.
There’s no emotional progression. No development. No arc. They go from boss–assistant to husband–wife with the grace of a spreadsheet update. In both roles, Iris is subservient, overworked, and invisible until it’s convenient for Declan to notice she’s breathing.
🧷👭 Female Friendship in Dysfunctionland
The only flicker of hope? The slow-burn trauma bond between Zahra and Iris. Not a friendship based on compatibility or shared joy, but mutual survival in the House of Kane, where love is pain and the dress code is “emotionally unavailable.”
It’s not healing.
It’s not inspiring.
It’s two women clinging to each other in the middle of a dumpster fire, whispering, “Maybe next book it’ll get better.”
#booksStokholmSyndrome
Spoiler: it doesn’t.
🧨 Conflict: As Strong as Hospital Coffee
Another brilliant, independent woman… sacrifices herself to save a man who thinks he’s the god of Earth, Mars, and the emotional void in between.
This isn’t a romance. It’s a eulogy for female agency. A sugar-coated fairytale about a woman erasing herself to validate a man who has the emotional depth of a dead battery.
BORIIIIING!
📉 Trope City: Population, Every Page
The most infuriating part? A woman wrote this mess. A woman who seems to think that women should give up on themselves
Love = sacrifice,
Femininity = silence,
Happy endings = martyrdom in heels.
Why? Why would a woman perpetuate this idea? It’s exhausting.
Perhaps, because under the glittering romance package of this story, there is a need to empower a retrograde, toxic pattern —a handbook on “how to lose yourself to validate the others.”
And in 2025, it’s more than outdated—it’s a slap in the face to every reader hoping to find strength, autonomy, or actual character development in a female protagonist.
What I loved
NOTHING.
Not a damn thing.
No freshness. No spark. No originality. This book is a glittery coffin for emotional intelligence.
Reading it felt like opening a box of chocolates and finding pinecones. Disappointed is an understatement.
What I didn’t love
EVERYTHING. Every soulless page, every lifeless line of dialogue, every cliché that’s been recycled more than my grandmother’s jam jars.
The characters? Copy-pasted.
The plot? Emotionally bankrupt.
The writing? A snoozefest.
🖤 Whimsical Whispers Verdict
Dreamland Billionaires: Terms & Conditions attempts to be serious, but forgets to be engaging.
⭐️ Rating: 1 star – for the paper and every real-life IRIS stuck behind the scenes of men like Declan.
Honestly, I’d give this zero stars, but someone put in a lot of effort printing and binding this. And that poor Iris out there in the world? She deserves better.
💥📖 Are you #TeamIris or #TeamDeclanCouldHaveDoneBetter?
Fly into the comments and let’s fight this out—civilized, of course. 🥊📢
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