First rule of being a De Vil: never trust a Sinner.
For me, though, Donovan Sinner has always been the exception. We’ve spent years flirting with each other for no other reason than it drove my brother mad, a bit of fun to get under his skin.
Until my engagement to the Prince of Wales blows up, and the only way out is as wild as it is wrong.
A temporary marriage to Xan’s nemesis.
I expect Donovan to push back, to make a joke of it. Instead, he agrees—and that’s when I realize this isn’t a game to him. I’m not a game to him. I never was.
Now I’m married to my brother’s enemy, trapped in a lie that feels dangerously real. And the more time I spend with my husband, the clearer the truth becomes.
I didn’t just choose the forbidden man.
I chose the only man who’s ever truly wanted me.