"Tell me," Baden whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Does my little bride always carry the scent of gun oil and heavy punching bags on her skin?.” Three days before her twin sister is set to marry Melbourne’s most feared syndicate boss, the soft-spoken bride vanishes with a secret lover. To save their family from a bloody cartel war, her ruthless elders force Jarrah Barry to step into the white veil. They expect a docile replacement. They got a trained martial artist and undercover private investigator. Jarrah’s plan is simple: walk down the aisle, play the weak, submissive wife, siphon secret intel on Baden Sterling’s criminal empire, and disappear into the night within two weeks. But Baden is not the fool her family made him out to be. He notices her lethal reflexes, her sharp gray eyes, and the defiant smirk she tries to hide behind her lace veil. Instead of breaking her, he becomes violently obsessed with taming her. As their fake vows turn into an explosive, razor thin game of lust and survival, Jarrah stumbles into the ultimate betrayal. Baden knew she was the wrong twin before she even reached the altar. He had been obsessively tracking her for years after watching her tear down fighters in a subterranean ring,and he engineered her sister's escape just to put Jarrah in his bed.