Irina Anaïs Delaroche has always been known as Hendrix Vale Alarcon's girl-perfect together, untouchable, and already claimed in everyone's eyes. For years, people believed their story was written long before either of them had the chance to deny it. And neither of them ever bothered to correct the rumors. Not even Alistair Alarcon. Hendrix's younger cousin grew up believing the same thing everyone else did-that Irina belonged to Hendrix, and Hendrix belonged to her. Until he finally meets her. Because the woman he expected to hate... was nothing like the stories. Irina was sharp-tongued, dangerously unreadable, and far too captivating for his own good. And without realizing it, Alistair starts crossing lines he never should have touched. Feelings turn into obsession. Curiosity becomes desire.