*Aryanna*

I was Charline Lambert again, not Aryanna Kyle, seventeen years old, spoiled and naïve, living in the glow of a life that felt untouchable. My father, Vicente Lambert, had been larger than life—an empire builder, a man who made billionaires look small. I was his princess, his sole heir, destined to inherit it all.

There was nothing in my life I needed to worry about until I met a man I shouldn't fall in love with.

As Charline Lambert, I glowered at Darren ...