They say the truth will set you free.

Mine didn't. It gutted me.

One day, I'm the Bishop family disappointment. Next, I'm heir to the enemy's dynasty. Confused and angry, I'm thrust into a new life, where I'm expected to become the monster my father spent years crafting. But I don't even know who I am, or who I want to be, and if I have to hurt, then everyone around me will too. There's one person who refuses to break, who refuses to deal with my crap.

Allie Porter.

My enemy. The girl raised by the mother I never had—perfect, untouchable, infuriating. She meets my fire with her own, and it pisses me off almost as much as it pulls me in. I want her and despise her in the same breath, which is why I keep my distance. Until the night I save her life.

Now she's indebted to me, and if she wants to survive, she'll do what I say. But taming the little filly is nothing like I expected. The closer we get, the more her truths tear through my assumptions.

She's not the pampered princess I tried to hate—she's a survivor. A fighter. A girl drowning in the same darkness I carry. It's then somewhere between hate and obsession, the truth becomes undeniable: I'll burn this dynasty to ash before I let someone else claim what's mine.