I was lying when I said filthy-rich playboys weren't my type. Turns out my richer-than-God stepbrothers are exactly my weakness. Temptation in tailored suits. The pull I feel toward Dacre, Sinclair, and Presley isn't a phase. It's a tether. One I can't cut, even if I wanted to. Now my stepfather is running for office, which means all eyes are on us. Critical eyes. Ones looking for any reason to tear the Aston family down. But sleeping with my stepbrothers isn't the only secret I'm keeping. The brutal criminal who showed up at Aston Manor claiming to be "my husband" is determined to drag me back to the hell I escaped from. And my father is still out there, waiting to take his shot. If the secrets come out, it won't just ruin me. It'll destroy all of us.