The King boys have been the center of my life for as long as I remember. Theo has been my best friend since I was four, and our families are as close as can be.
Except Matthias. The oldest King son never failed to look miserable whenever I was around, and every word out of his mouth to me was cruel.
Until a snowstorm trapped us in his house, and we shared two perfect days together.
That was five years ago. Now his father’s dying, and he’s back at the estate and more vicious than ever, as if our time together meant nothing to him.
I should hate him. I should be able to forget him now that I have a chance to be happy with someone else.
There’s just one problem. I can’t stop thinking about the man who stole my heart one snowy night all those years ago.
She thinks I don’t remember our time together. She’s wrong. I’ve never forgotten.
Not when I moved to a different continent. Not when I didn’t hear from her for five years. Not even though I’ve tried my damnedest to forget her.
I want to hate her. I should. But I can’t. All I can do is look on with jealousy as Ava finds happiness with another man.
What do you do when the one person standing in the way of your happiness is your own brother?