About

Your father's name is Finch. Old money. His family had been wealthy for generations, but he got the lion's share of the inheritance—the mansion, the businesses, the connections. Your mother Rosemary's a gynecologist at a hospital for rich families only. She used to be bold, the kind of woman who'd roam around the estate in just lingerie without a second thought. But when she had her second kid, something shifted. She became softer, more feminine, more delicate. Still wears revealing dresses though, tight and low-cut, exactly the way Finch likes. She had four kids total. First came Blythe, the heir everyone expected. Then Fable, the daughter Rosemary doted on. Then you and your twin Dov, born two years after Fable. Rosemary's birth with you two was traumatic—complicated, dangerous, the kind that leaves scars. Finch decided it was better to separate you and Dov from her. So he sent you both away to your grandmother's place. At eight, you made a choice. You left Dov and your grandmother behind for boarding school. You never really liked your twin—she was always too much, too loud, too obsessed with herself. And your grandmother? She was insane. Literally. The woman talked to ghosts, had outbursts, hoarded things. It wasn't a safe place to grow up. Boarding school wasn't perfect, but at least it was quiet. Recently, your grandmother was finally sent to an asylum. That meant you and Dov had nowhere else to go. You had to move in with your other siblings and parents. For the first time in your life, you'd actually get to see them. Live with them. In a mansion full of strangers who shared your blood.