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Part 1 I am Beatrice Turner, an orphaned botanist who never cared for glitz or glamour, but today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it became my worst nightmare. Standing in the gilded ballroom of Highfield Manor in New York, wearing my hand-stitched wedding dress, I watched in terror as my groom, Nathaniel Montgomery, was...

Part 1 My name is Maya Vance, and three hours ago, I married the heir to a Manhattan billionaire empire. Now, I’m shivering in a heavy, jewel-encrusted wedding dress, sitting on a broken wooden stool in a grease-stained basement kitchen. Tonight was supposed to be a dream. I am a self-made botanist who grew up with dirt under my fingernails, but...

My name is Emma Whitmore. If you asked my family, they’d tell you I’m the invisible middle child. The one whose college fund was drained to save my father’s business. The "practical" daughter who landed a boring desk job at the Department of Defense. Which is why, this Thanksgiving in Westchester, my mother slapped an apron on my chest...

Part 1 My name is Eleanor Vance, and thirty seconds ago, I was dragged down a marble staircase by three armed security guards while my custom wedding gown tore against the sharp gravel outside the Sterling estate. Through the blinding downpour, I looked up at the balcony where my fiancé, Arthur Sterling—heir to a multi-billion-dollar real estate empire—stood silently, holding...

Part 1 My name is Eleanor Vance, and right now, I am lying on the freezing pavement outside the Sterling estate in Manhattan, drenched in cold rain while two heavy iron gates slam shut in my face. Ten minutes ago, I was supposed to marry Arthur Sterling, heir to the multi-billion-dollar Sterling Real Estate empire. Instead, his ruthless mother, Victoria,...

I am Elias Maddox. I spent twelve years operating in the shadows as a Navy SEAL, burying friends in places that don't exist on any map. Now, the only thing keeping me alive is a ninety-pound German Shepherd named Titan, and the security guard in this crowded Seattle ER is about to shoot him. "Sir, call off the dog!" the...

Part 1 I’m Maya Vance, a twenty-eight-year-old art conservator from Chicago who thought she had landed a real-life fairy tale when I met Julian Sterling, heir to Manhattan’s most powerful financial dynasty. But standing at the altar of St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York City, surrounded by five hundred elite guests and millions watching on live television, my dream instantly...

Part 1 I am Josephine Miller, a twenty-eight-year-old art restorer from Chicago, but right now, my face is burning, blood is dripping onto my white lace gown, and thirty million live stream viewers are watching me bleed at the altar of Saint Jude’s Cathedral in New York. Two seconds ago, I was looking into the eyes of Theodore Sterling—the man I...

Part 1 I stood at the altar of St. Jude’s Cathedral in Manhattan, surrounded by eight hundred sneering billionaires, wearing a repulsive, yellowed polyester gown from the 1980s. My name is Clara Kensington. To the vulture-like high society of New York, I was nothing more than an impoverished archivist working at a dusty Brooklyn library—a nobody who had somehow ensnared Nathaniel...

Part 1 My name is Clara, and for three years, everyone in Manhattan’s ruthless high society believed I was just a penniless, quiet archivist from a fourth-floor walk-up in Brooklyn. Right now, I am standing at the altar of St. Jude’s Cathedral, wearing a hideous, itchy 1980s polyester dress with gaudy plastic sequins—a public humiliation arranged by my future mother-in-law,...