Chapter Fifteen

Tris.

Tris glanced at her fake husband and tried hard not to panic. The familiar shortening of breath and hammering heart alerted her to trouble.

She swallowed, hid her face behind Italian Vogue, and prayed she’d keep it together. She hated the idea of anyone knowing about such a weakness, especially Tony. The whole crazy plan hit her full force as soon as his private plane shot into the air. Her finger itched with the snug band of platinum gold, and the two carat round diamond sparkled like icicles catching the glint of the sun. The ruse seemed doable in Nadia’s house. A day later, though, with a ring, fake husband, and family to con, she realized she was a complete idiot.

What the hell had she agreed to?

Tris couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t use the available weapon to keep Tony away from her family.

But at what price? Meeting his sisters and mother. Sleeping in his bedroom. Pretending to be someone she wasn’t?

Her fingers tightened around the glossy pages, and she breathed