Peyton wakes with no memory, no identity, and a stranger's hands cradling her face. Isaac tells her she's his fiancée. He tells her she's safe. What he doesn't tell her: she was days away from destroying him before her convenient accident. Now she's trapped in his penthouse, dependent on the man she'd sworn to expose—and the evidence that could bury him is hidden somewhere in her fractured mind.
Isaac plays the devoted lover flawlessly. Too flawlessly. His touch lingers at the small of her back. His gaze drops to her mouth when she speaks. Peyton's body responds with heat she can't explain—and a warning she can't ignore. Fragments are surfacing. His name on damning documents. Her own voice, screaming accusations. The truth is coming back, piece by jagged piece. And Isaac knows that when she finally remembers who he really is, the woman in his bed will become the enemy in his arms.