Nineteen years old and she’s already somebody’s wife. Stelli didn’t know her father’s name until a lawyer showed up at the orphanage with a folder that changed everything. She’s the heir to the Bethway fortune, which sounds amazing until you read the conditions — move into a house full of relatives who hate you, bring a dying shipping empire back from the grave, and marry the Scottson heir. The heir is paralyzed. Quiet. Not the problem. The problem is the night before the wedding when her cousin drugs her drink and she wakes up in a hotel room with a man she doesn’t know and no memory of how she got there. He’s older, and so calm about it it doesn't make sense. He’s already leaving when she opens her eyes. She goes to her own wedding the next morning and tells herself it was just one night. It doesn’t mean anything. She’ll never see him again. Then the doors open. And the man who walks in — tall, unhurried, with the energy of someone who has survived things most people haven’t — is him. The one from the hotel. Standing in her wedding hall like he owns the air in it. His name is Vunn Scottson. He’s been gone for twenty years. He’s the primary Scottson heir. And according to her dead father’s very specific will, he is the one she’s supposed to marry. Stelli is nineteen. He is forty-six. The whole city is watching. The family on both sides is already making moves. And she still doesn’t know his name from that night, because she forgot to ask. This was supposed to be a marriage of convenience. Nobody warned her it would feel like this.