Manon Bannerman has never taken much in life seriously, least of all her own health. She was a certified flirt that would rather sip wine on her balcony than sit in a doctor's waiting room. But when a stubborn case of pneumonia lands her in a Geneva hospital, her world collides with Dr. Daniela Avanzini, the impossibly composed Venezuelan-Cuban physician who's sworn off romantic entanglements with patients. Unfortunately for Daniela, Manon's idea of "rest" involves testing just how immune her doctor is to charm. Unfortunately for Manon, Daniela's idea of "treatment" involves not giving in to a single ounce of her nonsense. But between sarcastic diagnoses, forbidden glances, and one too many late-night check-ups, something starts to shift. Suddenly, Manon's not sure what's causing her heart to race- the fever or her doctor. And Daniela? She's starting to think she might have finally met the one woman who could ruin her spotless reputation and perfect emotional detachment. Because love may not be in the prescription, but it's definitely one of the side effects.

Manon Bannerman was the kind of lawyer you'd hire on sight. All sharp angles and sharper wit- plaid power suits tailored to perfection, hair slicked back like a promise, expensive cologne clinging to her skin like a threat. She walked into a courtroom like she owned the deed, every step exuding the kind of confidence reserved for those inches from making senior partner. For her, litigation was a blood sport- and she never left the arena without the win. Every case she touched, she devoured. Ruthless, eloquent, and relentless, prosecutors often stalled at the mere sight of her name on paper. The courtroom was her kingdom. Her opponents? Merely entertainment. She'd smirk through their arguments, dissecting them like weak closing statements. Except for one. Daniela Avanzini. A case that refuses to end. A rival that refuses to lose. A woman who- much to Manon's absolute fury- gets under her skin in ways no legal opponent ever should. Daniela's presence is an infuriating paradox: poised, infuriatingly eloquent, and so goddamn magnetic that Manon's jaw clenches and her brow creases every time she opens her perfectly painted mouth. To them? They despise each other. To everyone else? It's obvious. Because to the jury, to the judge, to the entire courtroom gallery- the only thing louder than their arguments is the crackling, unbearable, wildly inappropriate sexual tension threatening to burn the whole place down.

Daniela Avanzini had it all figured out. A stable relationship, a welcoming family and a summer break meant to strengthen the bond she shared with Luca Bannerman. Or so she thought. What no one anticipated- least of all, Daniela- was the pull of gravity, making her shift toward Luca's one and only sister- Manon. What begins as stolen glances and tense silences soon spirals into something neither of them can control. Their secret threatens to crack the Bannerman family wide open, tearing at loyalties and testing the boundaries between love and betrayal.

In Los Angeles, where lies are currency and appearances can kill, two elite operatives are ordered to do the one thing neither of them is trained for: fall in love-convincingly. Manon Bannerman is precision incarnate. Swiss-Italian discipline, Ghanaian fire, and a reputation built on control, restraint, and survival. She doesn't improvise. She doesn't flirt. And she definitely doesn't play house. Daniela Avanzini is chaos with a smile. Venezuelan-Cuban, dangerously charming, allergic to rules, and far too good at pretending she doesn't care. She lies like she breathes-easily, beautifully, and with a wink. Their mission is simple: infiltrate a powerful crime syndicate by posing as a wealthy, affectionate couple embedded in Los Angeles' most exclusive social circles. The rules are clear. The cover must be flawless. The feelings must be fake. But between staged arguments, over-the-top public affection, one-bed safehouses, and whispered banter during gunfights, Manon and Daniela discover that pretending to love each other might be more dangerous than the mission itself. With enemies watching, bullets flying, and two very different bosses breathing down their necks, they'll have to decide what's real, what's survival, and what they're willing to risk when the mission ends. Because in a city built on illusion, the most dangerous lie might be the one they tell themselves.