Can keeping secrets destroy love? Or is it true what they say: love conquers all?

The last thing I needed was a wife… but that's precisely what I got when I showed up at my father’s house to discuss the new girl in town. I walked in single, only to storm out a very married man.

Mackenzie Mercer can never be mine. Not when she belonged to my enemy. But for better or worse, we’re in this together. We both have something at stake.

She needed protection. I needed answers. Our arrangement was only supposed to be temporary, but when I start mocking her, calling her "wife" every chance I get determined to hate her for a fate I’ve been forced to endure.

The lines we drew start to fade into one, and what started out temporary starts to feel like forever.

Or at least it could be if our secrets don't destroy us first. I may have given her my last name for protection, but I never expected to become the victim in my own plot.