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.

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.