I woke up married to a billionaire I barely knew. No memory of the wedding. No memory of saying yes. Just a marriage certificate with my name beside his — Dimitri Leandro — and a diamond on my finger I don't remember accepting. I didn't come to him for love. I came to blackmail him. My mother is in prison for a crime she didn't commit. My father has forty-eight hours to live. And the only man with the power to save them both is the same man someone decided to make my husband. Our deal is simple: I move into his penthouse, play the role of his wife, and help him find the person who murdered his father. In exchange, he saves mine. Business. Nothing more. Except Dimitri Leandro is not a simple man. Behind the cold eyes and the tailored suits is someone hunting the same ghost I've been chasing for six years. And the closer we get to the truth, the closer we get to each other — and the harder it becomes to remember why I'm supposed to keep my distance. Someone drugged us. Someone married us. Someone has been watching us from the beginning. And the night I can't remember? It's coming back. Piece by piece. And what I'm starting to remember is the part I'm most afraid to face. I didn't marry a stranger. I married the only man who ever made me feel like I wasn't alone. Now I just have to survive long enough to find out if that was a trap — or the truth.