She practiced the smile for three weeks. Beatrice Ade is thirty years old, broke, and running out of time. Her mother is in the hospital. Her father's engineering company is two signatures away from collapse. When a contract marriage is offered to her, complete with a funded surgery and a life-changing sum of money, she does not think about pride. She picks up the pen. She never gets to see the man she is marrying until the wedding day. When she lifts her veil, the ground disappears under her feet. The man at the altar is Joel Adeyemi. Her childhood best friend. The boy who was declared dead at sea eleven years ago. The same year her father's company lost its most valuable ownership and everything fell apart. He does not know her. The accident stole his memory. He goes by a different name now and built a billion-dollar company from the ashes of a life he cannot recall. Beatrice does not tell him who she is. She smiles, says her vows, and starts keeping a notebook. Because someone inside that company stole from her family. Someone arranged this marriage. Someone has been pulling strings for eleven years, and he is standing very close to Joel, smiling that familiar, dangerous smile. Beatrice came to this marriage looking for answers. What she did not plan for was falling in love with the man she came to destroy. Some people fake their death to escape. Others fake their smiles to survive. Beatrice has been doing the latter for eleven years. It is time to stop.