My father didn’t ask me to marry Adrian Volkov.

He told me I would.

One decision, and suddenly my future belongs to the man I was raised to call the enemy—the cold, powerful heir to a family mine has hated for decades. Our marriage is supposed to stop a war. To save lives. To prove that Moretti and Volkov blood can exist beneath the same roof without spilling.

Everyone calls it peace.

To me, it feels like being sacrificed beautifully.

I should hate Adrian. I want to hate him. But the man waiting for me on the other side of the altar isn't what I expected. He doesn’t demand my obedience. He doesn’t try to own me. And the more time I spend beside him, the harder it becomes to separate the enemy I was taught to fear from the man standing in front of me.

Then questions begin to surface about the war that made our families enemies in the first place.

Old lies. Buried secrets. People who may have far more to lose from peace than either of us realizes.

I was forced to marry Adrian Volkov to end a war.

But what happens when falling for my enemy brings us dangerously close to discovering who wanted that war all along?