They called her the golden girl—Lily, my twin, my mother’s favorite. Me? I was the mistake, the afterthought. Spare Williams....

Theo’s grip tightened on Ayla’s wrist. “I rejected you. So why can’t I let you go?” She met his gaze,...

He expected anger, maybe indifference—but not this. Leaning back in her chair, she smirked. “You want to cancel the engagement?...