Ruin Me, Devlin
"You're getting married to Alex Torres." Six words. That is all it takes to detonate a life. Daya's plan is clean: find a substitute Torres, sign a contract, survive her mother. Devon....
"You're getting married to Alex Torres." Six words. That is all it takes to detonate a life. Daya's plan is clean: find a substitute Torres, sign a contract, survive her mother. Devon is quiet, overlooked, harmless. He is none of those things. What she does not know is that Devon has been building something for two years, something cold and surgical and designed to leave nothing standing. That her best friend picked a side before the ink on their friendship was even dry. That her mother does not just know about the fake marriage. She built the conditions that made it inevitable. Daya Devlin thought she was running. She was being directed. And the man she chose as a shield, the one sleeping down the hall with her signature on his paperwork, is the only person who has never once pretended to be safe. "I know what you are, Daya. I know exactly what this is. And I'm still here." "What does that tell you?"