Winston Ashford, not exactly Prince Charming. Arrogant. Bastard. Gorgeous. I’d mistaken him for a ten when he turned out to be a minus five. He was so beautiful but damaged beyond repair. There was no amount of understanding or love that could save a man who didn’t want to be saved. So, after one night together, I gladly washed my hands of him. Until everything went south. My father was dead, my sister needed help, and it was time I behaved like a responsible older sister with a plan. Unfortunately, my plan was slightly… lacking. When I was caught red-handed stealing from my less-than-wonderful one-night stand, Winston Ashford became intent on bending me to his will. It turned out that he was as ruthless as he was gorgeous and as cruel as he was tender. Forced into an unwanted arrangement with the arrogant bastard—the kind that required rings—my last name became his. I became his reluctant yet, thankfully, secret wife. Unfortunately, he became the man who unknowingly held all the cards. At least we went our separate ways even if legally we were still bound together. Six lonely years later, our paths crossed again. There was still a darkness inside of him that scared me down to my very core. He claimed he wanted a real marriage. That he was a changed man. But deep down, he was still the same—damaged from battling invisible scars and habits that were hard to break. He saved me once upon a time. It was time for me to save him. But what would happen when I wasn’t enough?