Ava Reed

Aurora Crestwood has been in love with her best friend Liam for ten years. Ten years of being his shoulder to cry on, his late-night phone call, his emotional support through every breakup. Ten years of watching him chase the same toxic woman who keeps breaking his heart.

When Selena Beaumont announces her engagement to someone else, Aurora thinks she's finally free. But Liam has other plans. He wants to crash the wedding, make one last desperate play for the woman who's never truly wanted him. And he wants Aurora to help him do it.

Against her better judgment, she agrees. What she doesn't expect is to meet Kian Vance.

Liam's estranged brother is everything Liam isn't—dangerous, direct, and completely uninterested in playing games. He's also friends with the groom, which makes him the biggest threat to their sabotage plan. But when Kian looks at Aurora, he doesn't see Liam's reliable best friend. He sees a woman who's been hiding her true self for far too long.

"I'm going to steal her from you," Kian tells his brother with cold certainty.

When Kian proposes a wager—if the wedding falls apart, Aurora belongs to him—she should walk away. She should focus on helping Liam win the woman he's obsessed with. She should stick to being the good girl she's always been.

Instead, she shakes hands with the devil himself.

Now Aurora is caught between two brothers, a wedding that might not happen, and a dangerous man who sees right through her carefully constructed walls. Kian promises to show her what it means to be truly wanted, but his interest comes with a price.

As the wedding weekend spirals toward chaos, Aurora must decide: will she keep playing it safe, or will she finally embrace the fire she's been hiding?


Claimed By The Wrong Brother

The chilly night air stings my bare skin as I quickly gather my discarded clothes. My mind is fuzzy, still reeling from the encounter with Kian. The rooftop feels surreal now - like a different universe where I became someone else for a brief, dangerous moment.


My dress clings awkwardly as I pull it over my still-sensitive body. I smooth the fabric down, trying to erase the evidence of what just happened between us. But my swollen lips and trembling legs tell the truth my clothes try to hide.


My phone buzzes again. The screen lights up with a flood of missed calls and frantic texts from Liam.


Guilt hits me like a tidal wave. While I was letting his brother pleasure me on a rooftop, Liam was desperately trying to find me. The stark contrast between the heat of moments ago and the cold reality of now makes me dizzy.


A Secret's Aftermath and a Painful Question