
Set in a glass-walled Manhattan penthouse and a haunted Connecticut beach house, So Close is a darkly intimate story about a man who can’t let go of the woman he believes he lost, and the women around him who are all fighting their own private wars.
Kane Black reinvented himself from a poor, abandoned kid into the ruthless head of a rising pharmaceutical empire. Everyone knows he worships his dead wife Lily—her image is everywhere in his life, from the lilies on his logo to the massive portrait facing his bed. No one, not even his polished British majordomo Witte, has ever seen him truly love another woman.
Then, on a crowded New York street, Kane sees a woman who looks exactly like Lily. She runs from him in terror and is hit by a car. When she wakes up in the hospital, she remembers him, but six years of her life are gone.
From there the story splits into charged perspectives. Witte watches Kane unravel as he brings this “Lily” home and turns the penthouse into both sanctuary and gilded cage. Amy, Kane’s bitter sister‑in‑law, numbs herself with alcohol and rage, tracking every woman who resembles Lily that Kane has used and discarded—while secretly plotting to take back the social media company Kane’s family stole from her. Aliyah, Kane’s icy mother, will do anything to protect the family business and her position, even if that means digging into her son’s past and trying to prove this new Lily is a fraud.
And at the center is the woman calling herself Lily: sharp, observant, and far more dangerous than anyone wants to admit. She slips into the life that was waiting for her—into Lily’s clothes, Lily’s closet, Lily’s bedroom, Lily’s husband. She knows Kane’s father vanished in South America, that Kane’s fortune came from “Lily’s” money, and that someone brutal is tracking her under another name: Ivy York. She also knows Kane’s love for Lily is both his deepest wound and his greatest weakness.
As Kane and Lily retreat to the storm‑beaten beach house where they once fell in love, their chemistry explodes into something almost feral. They try to rebuild a life on top of secrets neither of them is ready to confess. In Manhattan, Amy and Aliyah close in from different angles, using contracts, morality clauses, and social media to edge Lily out. Off‑stage, a crime lord named Valon Laska moves through the city, somehow tied to Lily’s erased years and to the disappearance of Kane’s father.
By the time the truth starts to surface—about Lily’s mother, about Kane’s father, about Ivy York and the money behind Baharan Pharmaceuticals—everyone is compromised. Love is tangled up with guilt. Loyalty is tangled up with blackmail. No relationship is untouched: not between siblings, not between mothers and sons, not between lovers who have built each other into myths.
So Close doesn’t offer easy heroes. Instead, it gives you a web of people who will lie, seduce, or even kill to protect what they think is theirs. It’s about how far obsession can drive a person, and what happens when the ghosts you’ve been living with step out of the frame and sit down beside you on the couch.