My twin sister was buried in six days. The case was closed. The police called it an overdose. I called it murder. So I did the only thing that made sense: I put on her wedding dress, borrowed her name, and walked down the aisle to marry the man I believed killed her. Damian Voss is everything I expected — powerful, cold, untouchable. CEO of an empire built on money, secrets, and silence. He was never supposed to love Iris. She was a merger, a contract, a signature on a deal. What I didn't expect was this: he knew I wasn't her. Within eleven minutes of meeting me, he knew. The scar Iris didn't have. The laugh she never used. The way I looked at him like a threat instead of a husband. He didn't say a word. And that terrifies me more than anything else. Because now I'm living inside his house, sleeping down the hall from the man I came to destroy, and somewhere between the lies and the late nights and the way he watches me like I'm a puzzle he's already decided to solve — I'm starting to forget why I came. The truth about Iris is darker than I imagined. The real killer is closer than I feared. And the man I married to ruin is the only person in the world who knows exactly who I am. I just don't know yet if that makes him my weapon — or my greatest weakness. Some revenge stories end with justice. This one might end with me.