He has his brother's face. But he is nothing like his brother. Aria Wells didn't come to Kade Tower looking for trouble. She came with a broken heel, a coffee-stained blouse, and a portfolio she'd spent three nights putting together. She needed this job. Her family needed this job. Ethan Kade hired her on the spot — and then disappeared to the other side of the world four days later. The man who showed up in his place had the same dark eyes, the same sharp jaw, the same name on his office door. But something was wrong. The warmth was gone. The patience was gone. In its place was something cold and dangerous and completely, unsettlingly aware of her. Roman Kade wasn't supposed to want her. He was supposed to evaluate her, break her, and send her packing before his brother got back. That was the plan. Aria Wells was not supposed to be the kind of woman who made him forget his plans. She thought she was falling for one twin. She had no idea she was falling for the other. And by the time she found out the truth — it was already too late to walk away.

Three days before her wedding, Serena Ashby receives an anonymous message on her phone. Five words. No name. No number. Don't trust the groom. She should delete it. She should laugh it off, chalk it up to nerves or jealousy or the particular cruelty of strangers. She has a dress and a venue and a man who has never given her a single reason to doubt him. She cannot delete it. Because here is the thing about Serena Ashby: she notices things. Small things. The kind of things that don't mean anything on their own but that have been sitting in the back of her mind for weeks, arranged in a pattern she has been refusing to look at directly. Seventy-two hours. That is all she has before she stands at the altar of Ashford Manor and says I do to a man whose name she is no longer certain she knows. Seventy-two hours to find out who sent the message. And what Cole Whitmore is hiding. And whether the truth is something she can survive.