She’s My Twin… But He Doesn’t Know

Julian Rivers was not what Natalie expected. She’d imagined someone obviously dangerous—scarred, tattooed, the kind of man who looked like […]

Grant drove with no destination in mind, just away from the penthouse, away from the woman who’d shattered his reality

Natalie woke to an empty bed and the smell of coffee. For a moment, she let herself pretend this was

Natalie spent the rest of Saturday in a state of barely controlled panic. She’d returned to the penthouse to find

Natalie woke to sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and Grant’s arm draped across her waist. For one blissful moment

Natalie told herself she wasn’t looking for it. She was just organizing Scarlett’s closet—making space for the dress she’d need

Natalie had sent seventeen messages to Scarlett. Not one had been answered. She sat on the edge of the bathtub

Natalie had been pretending to be Scarlett for three days, and she was starting to forget which parts were performance

Marcello’s was the kind of restaurant where people proposed. Where deals worth millions were made over wine that cost more

I shouldn’t be doing this. The thought hammered through Natalie’s mind as she stood in front of her sister’s floor-to-ceiling