Elara Voss is twenty-two years old and has spent her entire life being the perfect heiress to the Voss Empire — groomed, controlled and quietly watched over by her obsessive older brother Damien. When a new intern makes her laugh for the first time in years and disappears the very next morning, Elara starts paying attention to a pattern she has spent her whole life refusing to see. Every person who ever got close to her has vanished the same way. And every thread leads back to Damien. What she finds digging beneath her own life is far worse than control. A hospital record with her name written over someone else's. A storage unit in Brooklyn holding twenty-two years of buried secrets. A girl named Nadia Cross — same birth date, same face, raised in a Brooklyn apartment while Elara grew up in a Park Avenue mansion that was never supposed to be hers. She is not a Voss. She has never been a Voss. And the only man who seems glad about that is the one who terrifies her most — Damien, the brother who raised her, who controlled everything she ever loved, and who is looking at her now like a man who has been waiting a very long time to stop pretending. Ryan Cross came to New York for one reason — to protect his sister from a family built on lies. He did not come to understand one of its casualties. He did not come to feel anything for a woman who looks at him like a blade and fights back like she means it. But the truth about Elara's identity is pulling them into the same dangerous world. And the closer they get to each other, the closer they get to the secret that will bring the entire Voss Empire down. She thought escaping the family was the hard part. She had no idea the truth would be worse.