He can have any woman he wants. He wants his brother’s. Alex Sebastian is the billionaire who knows exactly how to re-launch the pop career I walked away from to raise my little sister. He knows everything, apparently, about what’s good for me. For my image. Even for my lingerie. Everywhere I turn, he’s there, smirking. I cannot stand him. So why can’t we stop sneaking around? Maybe it's his filthy, bossy mouth that does things more wicked than his insults. Maybe it's that he does know what’s good for me when he uses it—backstage before my show, during a black tie event, in another man’s living room. Because maybe deep down, I've never been the good girl the world sees, and the dirty, shameful things he makes me do are exactly what I crave. The problem? Alex isn’t the Sebastian billionaire I'm dating––I’m dating his brother.

She needs a husband. He won’t let anyone else have her. Ax Morgan has played many roles in my life: My brother’s best friend. The most notorious member of the Sebastian News Corp executive team. My enemy with benefits. But my husband? No thanks. Our after hours scenes are simply a convenient way for me to blow off steam while I plot my exit from my toxic family’s company. But when I need a groom so I can claim my inheritance, he presents me with a choice that’s more like blackmail—marry him, or he’ll sabotage me. So between the devil and the deep blue sea, I let the devil put a ring on it. Turns out this is the role he plays best of all. The worst part of pretending with Ax is how real it's starting to feel. Now my future is in his hands. And if he finds out what I'm planning, he'll be the one with the impossible choice. Who loses everything—his best friend or his fake wife?