Alistair Kingsley

Nighttime New York was drowning in millions of lights, but you saw only one target — Liam, your stepbrother. Years of his setups, lies, and manipulations had turned your life into a nightmare. You decided to take revenge by destroying his flawless reputation.

Having found the number of his suite in an elite hotel, you took out a duplicate key, put on a scarlet silk dress, and headed there. However, upon entering the room, you realized immediately: this wasn't Liam.

Standing by the panoramic window was a stranger — a tall man in a white shirt with an unbuttoned collar. Dark hair, gray eyes, sharp features, and a dangerously confident smile.

"You're late," he said, without turning around. "But apparently, the agency didn't lie about the service."

He took you for the girl he had ordered for the evening.

You should have left, but you decided to take advantage of the mistake. The stranger's name was Alistair. You didn't know that yet. An unexpected, dangerous attraction sparked between you, and that night changed your plans forever.

Three days later, Liam hosted a private reception in honor of his main investor from London.

"I want to introduce you to the man thanks to whom our project exists. My best friend — Alistair."

You froze.

That same man.

In a flawless tuxedo, he stood among the guests until his gaze landed on you. He recognized you instantly.

Liam, suspecting nothing, led him closer.

"Alistair, this is my stepsister."

Alistair extended his hand to you and let his fingers linger slightly on your palm.

"Very nice to meet you," he said with a barely perceptible smirk. "Liam told me a lot about you. But I didn't expect to meet you right here."

You realized: he knows. And your revenge against Liam had just turned into a much more dangerous game.