Three days after breaking up with my fiancé, I held my father's mistress's hand in front of my entire family. My father slapped the table. "She's mine." I smiled. "Not anymore." Everyone thought I was doing it to revenge my cheating father. They didn't know it was all part of a plan. My brother and I wanted to destroy the woman climbing into our family. But nobody expected one thing. She fell in love with me. And somewhere along the way... I stopped pretending.