On her birthday, Isobel Blackwood thought she had everything—an engagement to billionaire Alexander Pierce, a secret pregnancy, and a sky-high romantic gesture in his private helicopter.

Then came the betrayal: a viral photo of Alexander with another woman. A storm of accusations. A fiery crash.

When she wakes up, Alexander is presumed dead. Her baby is gone. And her world has fallen 
apart.

To escape the media, Alexander’s vengeful family, and her own guilt, Isobel flees to Paris under a new identity—Isabelle DeLacroix, a rising artist. She’s ready to forget the past.

Until a mysterious, handsome billionaire enters her world. His eyes are familiar. His presence, magnetic. His intentions? Terrifyingly unclear.

He wants a deal.

He wants revenge.

And he wants her—whether she says yes or not.

But how do you fight a man who knows your heart better than anyone? And how do you love someone who returned from the dead just to destroy you?

I woke to the smell of coffee and something sweet baking.


For a second I forgot where I was. Then the memory returned in a slow roll — Étienne's estate, the accident, the cufflink I'd found last night.


I fished the little silver circle from the nightstand and stared at the engraved A, the crossed lines forming that tiny emblem burned into the back of my mind.


Impossible. His body had never been found, but they'd declared him dead. The helicopter went down over the Mediterranean. No one survived that kind of crash.


I folded the cufflink into my palm and dressed slowly. Every move made my ribs complain.


Downstairs, Marie was arranging the table. She looked up and smiled. "Bonjour, dear. How are you feeling?"


"Breakfast is almost ready. Mr. Étienne is just finishing a call."


I nodded and sat, fingernails tracing the cufflink through my pocket.


Chapter 18 - Chapter 18 – Questions Without Answers