My name is Maya de Cruz, and at twenty-two, I almost made the biggest mistake of my life: marrying Ricky Bernadi. Our wedding was one week away when I found my future husband in a hotel room, enthusiastically proving that rich men can still be cheap, even when the sheets probably cost more than my first car. I didn’t cry. But I walked away with my pre-wedding dress still clinging to my skin and my pride barely breathing. Then I ran into his older brother, Rhysand Bernadi. The firstborn. The heir to Bernadi Petroleum Holdings. Three years older than me, and the kind of man who looked like heaven’s favorite sin: cold, beautiful, dangerous, and fully aware that every room turned toward him the moment he stepped inside. I knew he was wrong. I knew he was Ricky’s brother. I knew the universe was probably laughing at me from the hotel balcony. I spent the night with him anyway. By morning, I left New York. A few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. Five years passed. Now I’m twenty-seven, a single mother to a little boy named Aiden, and the owner of De Cruz Atelier, a luxury wedding and event design firm paid obscene amounts of money to make rich people look like they’re marrying for love. Aiden has my temper, my mouth when he argues, and Rhysand Bernadi’s entire face when he’s quiet. For five years, I managed to keep Aiden hidden from the Bernadi family. Then the biggest project of my career landed in my lap: designing the wedding of the year for Rhysand Bernadi and his fiancée. I should have said no. But that contract could take my firm to the next level, and I’ve rebuilt too much from the ashes to be afraid of one beautiful man with control issues. So I returned to New York wearing my best blazer, my most professional smile, and the most expensive lie I had ever kept. I came back to arrange the flowers, the tables, the altar, and Rhysand’s kiss with another woman. I did not come back to have Rhysand look at me like five years ago had never ended. And I definitely did not come back for Aiden, my little boy with criminal timing, to stand in front of Rhysand and ask, “Mama, why does he have the same eyes as me?” One question. One Bernadi heir who finally learns he has a son. I was hired to design Rhysand’s wedding. Funny thing is, I might be the reason it never happens.