Evelyn froze. Her eyes stayed glued to the dark red letters stamped across the thick leather cover: Arthur Sterling Private Records.

Her father's name.

Why did Julian Vance have a secret file about her late father inside his private penthouse? Her heart started beating fast, hitting her ribs like a trapped bird. Was Julian really just a stranger who needed a fake wife? Or had he planned this whole marriage long before she walked into that hotel bar tonight?

Evelyn reached out her trembling hand, her fingers itching to pull the dark red string and open the cover. She needed to know what was hidden inside those heavy pages.

Just...