"Yes, it's you," I replied, watching the realization dawn on Micah as her face shifted to dread.

"Don't tell me you mean—" She stumbled over her words, her eyes locking onto Adam.

Adam sat there, still digesting the fact that he was the one marrying Angelina. I had spent half the morning convincing him that this marriage was our cleanest route to leverage against Bianchi, and ultimately, our revenge against Taylor for what happened to Ginevra—all while keeping him in the dark about Taylor's direct hand in our parents' deaths.

"Mr. Adam," Micah began, her voice turning formal, a sweet, disarming smile touching her lips—the kind of look that could...