Ten years ago, Weston Kingsley's father destroyed Marlowe Hale's family. He buried the proof along with it. One masked night at a Kingsley gala, Marlowe got close enough to find that proof. She got closer than she planned. She left before dawn without giving him her real name. Nine months later, she had his son. Four years passed. She built a life, a bakery, and a wall around both. Then Weston showed up at her door holding a foreclosure notice with her address on it. He didn't recognize her. Weston needs a wife within the month, or his father hands the company to someone else. Marlowe needs a way inside the family that ruined hers. The marriage solves both problems, or so they think. He doesn't know the boy who calls him by his first name is his own son. He doesn't know his own father has known for months and said nothing. Marlowe isn't marrying for money. She's marrying to make the Kingsleys answer for their crimes to her father. "Tell me he's not mine," Weston says. She doesn't answer. She doesn't have to because when the truth comes out, everything in their lives never remains the same.