Winning people over has always been my greatest talent.
One smile, one joke, one perfectly timed wink, and I have them eating out of my hand.
But I don’t think that’s going to work so well on Prince Alejandro of Solterra. The man my twin, King Nicholas Valemont, cast aside for his footman in his pursuit of true love.
Alejandro is infuriatingly handsome, impossibly stubborn, and determined to turn every conversation into a competition. Every move feels suspiciously like a trap designed to make me—the other Valemont brother—suffer.
So naturally, I decide to make a game of it.
No feelings.
No jealousy.
No falling in love.
Simple.
At least…it was supposed to be.
Alejandro
I’ve already been the world’s biggest royal headline because of a Valemont once. I have no interest in becoming one again.
Then Gabriel arrives—charming, relentless, impossible to ignore—and somehow turns every argument into flirtation and every competition into something dangerously fun.
We agree on one rule above all else: no falling in love.
It should’ve been easy.
Instead, every sharp word, every stolen kiss, every moment no one else is watching makes it harder to remember where the game ends…and where real feelings begin.
Because the most dangerous thing about competing with Gabriel isn’t losing.
It’s realizing I’d happily let him win.
