Everyone says I’m Vivian Ashcombe, the scandal-ridden daughter of a duke, betrothed to a crown prince with the IQ of a bread roll, and destined for public ruin. They’re half right. Because I’m not Vivian. Not exactly. One minute I was a modern woman with a sarcastic streak and a thing for bad novels—and the next, I woke up in her body, smack in the middle of a story I already knew would end in disaster. Hers. Mine now. So I did what any sensible person would do: I faked a fainting spell, pretended to see divine visions, and launched a full campaign to break off my engagement to Prince Glitter-for-Brains. Easy? No. Especially when the prince turns out to be weirdly obsessed with me now that I want nothing to do with him. And then there’s him. Lord Nathaniel Harroway—aloof, brilliant, annoyingly observant. He suspects I’m not who I say I am. Worse, I think he might be right. Because the more I rewrite Vivian’s life, the more I start to lose track of who I used to be. But one thing’s for sure: I won’t let anyone decide my ending for me. Not a prince. Not a prophecy. Not even fate.

When 23-year-old aspiring designer Bella Moreau finds herself suddenly without a home, the last place she expects to land is the penthouse of Julian Devereux—her father’s best friend, a man she has secretly adored her entire life. To him, Bella has always been the bright, shy daughter of his closest friend... a promise he must protect. To her, he has been an untouchable ideal, a fantasy she’s spent years trying—and failing—to bury. But when her father takes a job overseas and Bella moves into Julian’s world of glass towers, late-night conversations, and dangerous proximity, boundaries blur. This is a story of forbidden love, dangerous longing, and the line between obsession and devotion... where the heart doesn’t care what it’s not supposed to want.