Isla Calloway had spent her entire life believing she controlled her own fate.
That every step she had taken, every battle she had fought, had been her choice.
But now?
She was staring at a truth so deeply buried that it threatened to shatter everything she thought she knew.
Her father and Lucas’s father had been brothers.
Half-brothers who had erased their connection from history.
And her engagement—the carefully orchestrated lie she and Lucas had created to take down Vincent?
It had been planned before they were even born.
She sat on the edge of her couch, her fingers pressed to her temples as she tried to process the impossible.
Across the room, Lucas stood near the window, his back to her, his shoulders rigid with tension.
Neither of them had spoken since they left Edward’s b
