One party. One spiked drink meant for our family's greatest rival. One plan that was never supposed to touch me at all. Instead, I woke up in a stranger's bed, my reputation in ruins, my photo on every screen in New York, next to a man I never even properly met. Except he was not the man everyone thought he was. He was a Moretti. Our family's lifelong enemy. And somehow, that mistake was about to become my marriage, my mission, and God help me...my downfall. They think I am exactly what I look like: Spoiled Careless Rotten with money I didn't earn. But underneath it, I am not here to survive the Moretti's. I am here to find their weakness and hand it to the man who raised me like a debt. Simple, my grandfather said. Marry in Get close Come home with everything I need. He forgot to mention what happens when the enemy's son looks at me like I'm something worth keeping. He forgot to ask if I even wanted to come home at all.