I had a plan. Graduate college. Work just enough at my father's empire to fake loyalty. Go home to Olivia - the woman I actually love. Then Leo - my charming, sociopathic father - decided to rewrite my life with a single sentence: "You're getting married." To her. Averyn. The girl who grew up in our house like some porcelain heirloom. Father's favorite. My permanent reminder that no matter how hard I tried, someone else would always be better at playing the game. Now I'm trapped between a girl who knows my soul and a woman who never needed to ask for permission to ruin me. The engagement is public. The wedding is inevitable. And my carefully balanced world? Cracking at the edges, one secret at a time. I thought I knew who the enemy was. I thought I knew what loyalty meant. I thought I could survive this with my heart intact. Spoiler: I was wrong on all three.