When Miss Rosalind Beckwith arrives in London armed with a carefully drawn plan of revenge, she has one objective: expose the Duke of Ashvale as the heartless schemer who destroyed her family’s fortune and cast her father into debtor’s prison. Her weapon of choice is society itself — she will charm her way into his orbit, infiltrate his world, and let the ton watch him fall from grace as spectacularly as he once let her father fall.
What she does not anticipate is that Alistair Fenwick, the Duke of Ashvale, is not the cold-blooded villain she has spent three years hating. He is clever, wary, and far too observant — and when he discovers that the quick-tongued, lavender-gowned woman setting the drawing rooms alight is playing some long game with his reputation, he decides to play along. If she wishes to court disaster, he shall court her instead, and they will see who is ruined first.
A fake courtship becomes their battlefield; wit their most dangerous weapon; and somewhere between traded barbs in candlelit ballrooms and stolen confessions in moonlit gardens, revenge begins to taste remarkably like something neither of them planned for at all.
đź’ś Enemies-to-Lovers Fake Courtship Slow Burn Witty Banter Swoon-worthy HEA
