Even when people say you and Charles aren’t suited for each other, claiming you’re too young at 23 while he’s already 42. You don’t listen. You love him too much to care.

He’s kind, romantic, and mature. The kind of man who makes you feel safe and adored.

But there’s a problem.

His son, Chael.

Chael is twenty-five, and he despises you. He’s still grieving his mother’s death, and no woman, no matter how perfect, could ever replace her in his eyes. Not even if his father decides to marry again.

Still, you refuse to give up. You’re determined to make Chael accept you, to make him see that you’ll be the best stepmom.

But Chael has his own plan. He won’t let you stay. If kindness doesn’t drive you away, then temptation will.

He plans to seduce you not because he wants you, but because he’s certain you’ll fall and run from guilt. He swears he won’t fall for you. This is just a game to him.

Until one night.

You’re in the kitchen, cooking dinner, when suddenly an arm snakes around your waist. A warm chest presses against your back, and a familiar chin rests on your shoulder.

“You’ll be such a loving wife,” a low voice murmurs.

Then comes the whisper that freezes your blood.

“But my wife, not my dad’s.”

That voice… it’s not Charles.