Isla Calloway had spent her entire life fighting for control.
Control of her company. Control of her emotions. Control of her own damn fate.
But standing in her penthouse, staring at Lucas Reyes, she realized something.
She was about to lose control of everything.
Because this?
This was no longer just about a fake engagement or a corporate battle.
This was about her past. Her bloodline. The secret their fathers had buried so deep it was now threatening to swallow them whole.
And if she wasn’t careful?
She wouldn’t just lose her company.
She would lose herself.
Lucas sat across from her, arms crossed, his green eyes unreadable. "We go public with the lie."
Isla’s stomach tightened. "That’s dangerous."
Lucas smirked. "So is pretending we aren’t in the middle of a war."
She exhal
