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For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises. Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body. Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union." Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family." Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless. But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place. Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms. When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route. What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected. He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years. And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.

I was the eldest daughter of the powerful Kirk family, sent away to a Swiss sanatorium to recover from my supposed mental illness. But my stepmother, Johnie, never intended for me to get better. She sent her personal cleaners to drag me onto a plane back to Washington D.C. In my past life, I didn't know they were assassins. I was forcefully injected with heavy sedatives and locked in a secret torture chamber inside our luxury estate. My stepmother and cousin skimmed my inheritance while watching me suffer. They framed me as a crazy addict, and my own father, a sitting Senator, turned a blind eye to protect his political career. "Her political value is gone, just get rid of her quietly." That was the last thing I heard my father say before I was brutally slaughtered by my own family. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why they hated me so much. Why did my father let them force those pills down my throat? Why was my life worth less than my stepmother's public image? Opening my eyes again, the freezing sensation of lake water filling my lungs vanished. I was back in the VIP room of the St. Moritz Sanatorium in 2023. It was the exact morning before the cleaners walked through my door with uncapped syringes. This time, I wouldn't just survive. I was going to cut the throat of the Kirk family.

Five years ago, Arabella Sterling vanished without a trace, disgraced, heartbroken, and branded her billionaire benefactor's dirty secret. What the world never knew was that she'd also been his wife. Or that the man she loved-and the son she gave everything for-chose another woman over her. Now, she's back as The Reformer, a world-renowned business strategist celebrated for resurrecting dying empires. Her newest client? The Sterling Group. Her ex-husband's empire. Adrian Sterling has spent years trying to atone for the lies that destroyed them both. But when Arabella walks into his boardroom, colder, sharper, untouchable...he realizes redemption may come at a cost he can't pay. Because this time, she's not here to save him. She's here to ruin him.

Elena Voss was sold like a debt receipt. Her greedy aunt and uncle handed her over to Damien Blackthorn-New York's untouchable billionaire tech mogul by day, ruthless Mafia Don and Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack by night-to settle a family debt they never asked her to pay. The moment their eyes met in that rain-soaked alley, the fated mate bond ignited like wildfire. For one reckless night, he claimed her body and soul, whispering "mine" against her skin while the Moon Goddess sealed their destiny. Then came the betrayal. On their first anniversary, he paraded his pureblood fiancée through their penthouse, let her kneel for him in the study while Elena watched from the shadows, and divorced her in front of the entire pack. "Wolfless trash," he snarled. "You were never more than payment." Heart in pieces and two tiny heartbeats growing inside her, Elena fled. She vanished into Seattle's gray drizzle, changed her name, cut her hair, and built a quiet life as a single mother. She swore the Blackthorn name would never touch her twins-Leo and Luna, the secret heirs he didn't even know existed. Five years later, the children's first uncontrolled shifts rip through their small apartment like lightning. The only place that can teach them control and keep them hidden from rival packs is back in New York-back under Damien's shadow. The Alpha Don who once threw her away is now obsessed. The fated bond never died; it only waited. He feels her every laugh, every tear, every protective growl she gives their children. He'll burn his empire, his alliances, and his pride to drag her back. But Elena isn't the broken girl he discarded anymore. She's a mother with claws. A luna who learned to bite. And this time, if he wants her forgiveness, he'll have to beg on his knees. Pregnancy. Divorce. Secret babies. Billionaire alpha. Mafia power plays. Revenge that burns slow and sweet. Some bonds can't be broken. Some rejections come with claws. And some second chances are paid for in blood.

I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez. On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight. But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next. Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup. He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet. Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated. For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe. Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow. "Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago." My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder. Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre. I thought the fire was the end. But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter. I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began. This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.

Ashley was tied to a rusted iron pillar in an abandoned warehouse, the noxious fumes of gasoline soaking her clothes. Her fiancé Devon and her stepsister Brittany stood before her, revealing a horrifying truth. Devon never saved her from that fatal car crash three years ago; he merely stole the credit. Worse, Brittany smirked and confessed that Ashley's own father had orchestrated her mother's murder. Before Ashley could process the betrayal, Devon callously tossed a lighter. A wall of blistering heat instantly consumed her. Even when Bennett Hawkins, the cold and untouchable billionaire, rushed into the inferno to shield her with his body, they were both swallowed by the explosion. As the fire melted her skin, Ashley died with agonizing hatred. Why did her own flesh and blood want her dead? What dark secret were they hiding about her mother's tragic death? Opening her eyes again, freezing saltwater violently flooded her lungs. She was back at her twentieth birthday yacht party, right after Brittany had secretly pushed her into the freezing Hudson River. Staring at the hypocritical faces of her family pretending it was an accident, Ashley didn't cry or beg. She calmly snatched a phone and dialed 911. "Yes. I need to report an attempted murder."

Ellen had spent ten years cleaning her husband's home, a quiet devotion to the man who demanded her constant labor. But while vacuuming under their bed, her world shattered with a single, horrifying discovery. Hidden away was a secret phone, revealing a life her husband had built with another woman and child for the past eight years. A decade of devoted homemaking for Adrian in their Los Angeles home was Ellen’s life. While cleaning, she found a hidden compartment and a new iPhone, which she shockingly unlocked. The wallpaper revealed Adrian with a secret family in Austin—a double life since her own pregnancy. Texts detailed a $1.2 million house and lavish expenses for “Angel.” Adrian stirred, forcing Ellen to hide the device. Her son was denied a $200 class, while her $50,000 inheritance funded Adrian’s secret family. Rage replaced her tears. Ellen photographed all incriminating details, hid the phone, and forced a submissive smile. Her quiet devotion was over; her war had just begun.

He was supposed to be my brother. The cold CEO everyone feared. The man who controlled the entire country's business world. But one night, he looked at me and calmly destroyed everything I thought I knew. "We're getting married." I laughed, but he didn't. Now every door in my life is closing, every choice is disappearing, and the one man I'm not supposed to love refuses to let me go. Because to Lucien Hale, this was never forbidden. It was inevitable. And the most terrifying part? The closer I get to him, the harder it becomes to run.

One night, all they shared was one night, but it led to the single lie that destroyed her life. Sarina Dawson was nothing more than a forgotten half-breed until the night she was framed, drugged, and thrown into the bed of the most powerful Alpha alive, Alpha Leonard Kane. He believed she had schemed to trap him so he cast her aside without a second glance and by morning, she had lost everything. Banished, broken and alone. But Sarina didn't leave empty-handed, she carried a secret. A child with silver-grey eyes... the heir of the Alpha who despised her. Two years later, she's built a quiet life far from the pack, hiding among humans, determined to protect her son at all costs until fate drags him back into her world. Alpha Kane arrives closer than ever, more dangerous than ever and this time, he's searching for a wife... and an heir, and she is determined to keep her child away from him. But secrets don't stay buried forever. And before he can lose her for eternity, will he claim her as his mate, or destroy her all over again?

I am the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, bound to Alpha Ryker in a marriage meant to secure a powerful alliance. But my world shattered the day I caught him in my garden, intimately holding a new she-wolf. He was using the vast wealth of my dowry to fund his strength, only to spend it on his mistress. When I cut off his resources and handed him the Rite of Rejection, he tore the papers to shreds and trapped me in a dead marriage. He isolated me, turned the entire pack against me, and publicly paraded his mistress as the true Luna. He even weaponized my most trusted maid, Annie, using her sick child as leverage to make her spy on me and steal my mother’s heirloom for his new lover. Years ago, I took a silver blade meant for him, a sacrifice that left me barren. Yet he forgot my blood, humiliating me for a fertile replacement and destroying my loyal friends just to force me into submission. How could the mate I sacrificed everything for become this cruel, calculating monster? Looking at my weeping, traitorous maid and my furious husband, the last embers of my love turned to ice. "She is exiled, and your mistress will be confined." I declared it calmly, using my absolute authority to strip away his control. He thought he could cage me until I broke, but he didn't realize he had just started a civil war that would tear his reign apart.

In my past life, I was the weak Luna everyone despised. A fake daughter! A disposable pawn!! A girl my family happily executed!!! They forced me to marry my brother to protect the family's reputation. They feared the world will know that their Alpha Son was born Impotent- they made me carry the blame of- "A HEN THAT CANNOT LAY EGGS!!" I obeyed them... and it cost me my life! Their real daughter framed me countless times. My husband who was also my brother and we grew up together never believed me...  They called me fake and treated me like a servant. She framed me and made the wolf world see my shame. I died trying to save my life from them. But I woke up 10 years before my death. This time, I refused to play their game.  After accepting the marriage to my brother... I went behind them to meet my mate. The most feared man in our CLAN. His Uncle. The crippled Lycan lord in disguise who once asked me to marry him. He thought I had come to reject our bond like my past life but this time. --------I stood before him with a dangerous deal. "Do you still want to stay the crippled Uncle in the shadows?" I asked, in a serious tone. He replied. "I don't know what you are saying." I knelt down placing my hands on his lap."Tomorrow morning they will be here. Do you dare to come claim your mate?" This Time!!......I' Elena Alvarez, will Light fire to their World.

Six years ago, my father tore up my mother's trust fund and threw me out into a freezing New York storm. Crawling in the mud with a high fever, I was nearly run over by a massive Rolls-Royce. The man in the backseat, ruthless billionaire Hiram Houston, looked at my bleeding face with absolute disgust. "Throw her in the trunk." He coldly ordered his driver to lock me in suffocating darkness and dump me behind a sketchy private clinic in Queens like garbage. I survived that night, completely abandoned by my family. But the ultimate cruel joke came when I realized the anonymous sperm donor I later used from that exact same clinic gave my son a pair of piercing, ice-blue eyes. For six years, I clawed my way up to become an untouchable lawyer and designer. I raised my son Julian alone, publicly humiliated my abusive father, and thought I had buried the monster of my past forever. But today, during a tense corporate negotiation, my uncle accidentally showed Hiram a picture of my little boy. The ruthless corporate butcher stared at a child who looked exactly like a mirror reflection of his own youth. "Boss... he looks exactly like you." I locked my apartment door, my body shaking with silent sobs as I slid down to the floor. He ordered a full background check on me, and now he knows the truth. The man who once left me for dead is coming for my son.

For seven years, Hayden Simmons lived in the sprawling Forbes Estate, trading her journalism dreams to pay for her younger sister's ICU bills. But her sacrifice meant nothing when billionaire August Forbes planned his engagement to Bridget Blake—the same cruel heiress who had maliciously crushed Hayden's mother's only keepsake under her heel while August defended her. When Hayden finally packed her battered suitcase to leave, August didn't apologize. Instead, he brutally froze the trust account funding her dying sister's life-saving cancer treatments. He cornered her, pinning her against the wall, and ordered his security to lock her inside the estate to force her submission. "You don't get to decide when we are done." He thought she would crawl back to him, crying and begging on her knees. He truly believed he could publicly marry another woman while keeping Hayden trapped in his shadow forever, assuming her desperation made her weak. Instead of begging, Hayden left his limitless black card and Cartier diamonds on the vanity. She walked out the iron gates, went straight to his biggest rival's media empire, and published a viral, front-page exposé tearing his pristine merger to shreds. This time, she wasn't going to hide. She was going to burn his world to the ground.

When I woke up on the muddy bank of the freezing river, I unlocked a brutal, unfiltered preview of my actual future. For the past six months, I had been the town's ultimate joke, chasing after a city boy who looked at me like a diseased insect. Everyone thought I jumped into the river because he rejected me. But the nightmare didn't stop there. In the future I foresaw, my entire family was destroyed. My eldest brother was handcuffed and dragged into a squad car. My second brother died in a pool of blood on the asphalt. My parents passed away from sheer grief and humiliation, and our farm was foreclosed. Meanwhile, Bart Hawkins—my family's sworn enemy, the boy everyone accused of pushing me, but who actually jumped in to save my life—became a billionaire tech mogul. I ended up starving to death in a damp, moldy basement, completely alone. I finally understood that I was just a pathetic, tragic side character meant to drag my family into hell. My own sister-in-law, Felicie, had been stealing our food and money, laughing at my misery behind my back. But right now, my mother was still alive, my brothers were safe, and the farm was ours. When Felicie walked into my bedroom, playing the devoted sister-in-law with a bowl of clear, meatless broth while a stolen roasted chicken thigh leaked grease through her apron pocket, I didn't play along. "What's in your pocket, Felicie?" This time, I was going to tear that horrific future apart with my bare hands.

Clara was the despised fake heiress of the wealthy Price family. For years, she endured their coldness, desperately trying to please her adoptive mother and her fiancé, Preston. But a sudden, terrifying vision of an alternate timeline shattered her reality. In that life, the real heiress, Bria, framed Clara for stealing a priceless antique pearl earring. Her adoptive family chose blood over loyalty, watching coldly as Preston publicly dumped her. Clara was thrown out without a penny, hunted down by hitmen Bria hired, and died a miserable, lonely death. Now, as the agonizing memories faded, Clara found herself back in the exact moment the nightmare began. Bria was whimpering in Preston's arms, while the family matriarch slammed her cane against the floor. "You will call Preston," Eleanor ordered, her voice cold and absolute. "You will cancel the engagement yourself." They expected her to panic and beg. They expected her to cry over the family that never loved her and the man whose bankrupt tech company she had secretly saved with her own code. Why should she suffer for their greed? Why should she let a venomous sister and a useless fiancé destroy her life when she possessed the lethal combat skills of a brutal alternate reality? This time, Clara didn't shed a single tear. She yanked off the five-carat diamond ring, threw it onto the table, and publicly broadcasted the secret audio of Bria's vicious setup. Then, she packed a single bag and walked out the door, ready to crush anyone who stood in her way.

I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.

His hand slid beneath my dress, "You want me that badly?" I whispered. "Yes." The word left him like a confession. His gaze was soft... but starving. I let my palm move over his bare chest, slowly, "Then promise me something... and I will let you touch me." His lips brushed my ear, voice rough and helpless. "You know what you do to me, Alessa. I would give you the whole world if you asked." My smile didn't reach my eyes. My voice dropped low, "Will you kill your elder brother for me?" ************" "SHE BUILT HIS WORLD, NOW SHE WILL BURN IT DOWN!!!" Alessa Smith gave him everything, love, loyalty, her fortune. For three years, she stood by her husband Adrain's side, only to watch him throw it all away for the woman he once loved. He felt like she loves him more than her life that she can never leave him. But little did he know that Alessa was never in love, she had no heart that could love. She was like a robot. All her love was an act to be a perfect wife. He still never knew that the private company sponsoring him was hers to begin with. She only approached him following her grandfather's will. And now she's ready to take it all back. Piece by piece!!. To fight for her inheritance, she told a big lie that forced her to approach Adrain's useless younger brother Kai-a ruthless Biker with a secret, who only wants to end his life on a Bike. She gives him a contract promising him a better life, as long as he becomes her boy toy and makes her pregnant within a year. She promised to give him everything she gave her husband. But she had no idea that he was her stalker and always imagined himself in bed with her. To her surprise, a woman without emotions like her found herself craving for his touch more. With a taste for revenge, she makes him the perfect ally. Together, they'll strip her husband of every privilege, every illusion, every ruin he tried to claim as his own. She will make them sit and watch Adrian's life ruins!!!!.

"Do you enjoy this? Ignoring me like I don't exist? Do you have any idea how humiliating this feels, waiting for you like some fool?" After three years of a cold, loveless marriage, Selene Henderson finally gathers the courage to walk away from her distant billionaire husband, Sebastian Kingsley. She's ready to file for divorce... until a tragic accident changes everything. When Sebastian wakes up with no memory of the woman he once pushed away, Selene finds herself trapped in a marriage she was desperate to escape, this time with a man who suddenly looks at her like she's his whole world. But can love born from broken memories survive the truth of their painful past? Or will the secrets she's been hiding destroy them all over again?

I'd lived as a mafia queen, ruling with quiet strength, only to discover my entire life was a lie. My husband, Dante, secretly divorced me three years ago, then married our timid nanny. I wasn't just betrayed; I was a dead ex-wife walking, a ghost in my own home. A mafia daughter, I expected routine at Rossi's law firm. But Rossi, pale and sweating, handed me an envelope: Dante's divorce judgment, signed three years ago, and his marriage certificate to Gia, our nanny. Truth slammed me: Gia poisoned me for years, causing infertility, making her bastard son the sole heir. Hidden, I watched her force Dante, the Underboss, to kneel, drink hallucinogenic tea, and profess devotion. She smirked. This was calculated murder: my existence, my legacy. Rage burned, but clarity struck: disappear, or vanish into the Long Island Sound. From a hidden phone, I called Luca, the underworld's elite cleaner. "I need a top-tier scrub. Target is myself," I commanded. "Get me out of this hell. I'd rather die than be his taxidermy specimen."

Emilia desperately needed ten thousand dollars to save her dying father from being thrown out of the hospital. Driven into a corner, she agreed to a black-market egg retrieval "interview" at a luxury hotel. But the buyer, a cold and ruthless billionaire, didn't just take her innocence. He threw a crumpled one-hundred-dollar check at her naked body. "That is your actual market value. Not a penny more." The nightmare escalated when cheap black-market hormone pills nearly killed her. Waking up in the ER, she was horrified to find her buyer was actually Clifton Watson, the hospital's top surgeon. To teach her a twisted lesson, he wired her a massive hundred-thousand-dollar loan, trapping her in a suffocating debt. When she demanded to treat it strictly as a loan and blocked his number, he retaliated ruthlessly. He leaked her confidential medical records to her university, letting the entire campus know she tried to sell her eggs. Cornered in a dark alley by frat boys waving cash and demanding to buy her body, Emilia felt a freezing terror and absolute violation. She didn't understand why a billionaire doctor, a man who had already used and humiliated her, would go out of his way to completely destroy a desperate college student's dignity. Kneeing her attacker to the ground, Emilia escaped the alley and made a silent vow. She would work until her fingers bled to pay off every single cent, and never let this monster control her life again.

At her lavish engagement party, everyone whispered that Amberly Carson, the fallen socialite, was the luckiest woman in New York for sinking her hooks into the billionaire heir, Calvin Henry. But right before the vows, Calvin received a phone call, his face turning pale with horror. He pointed a trembling finger at Amberly in front of all the elite guests. "It's you! You drove her to this!" he roared, publicly accusing her of pushing his true love to suicide before abandoning the wedding. The polite smiles in the ballroom instantly melted into expressions of shock and delicious pity. Calvin's reckless devotion to his manipulative sidepiece soon triggered a chain of disastrous events. He was nearly killed in a staged car crash, and the shock gave his father a massive stroke, leaving the Henry Group completely headless and vulnerable to a hostile takeover. Calvin's best friend cornered Amberly in the hospital, blaming her for the family's downfall. "You're a curse! You bring nothing but trouble!" In everyone's eyes, Amberly was just a desperate, ruined girl destined to be the scapegoat for a powerful family's destruction. They expected her to hide in shame, weeping over her lost fiancé and shattered reputation. But they didn't know the fragile socialite was just a disguise. Instead of crying, Amberly knocked Calvin unconscious with a single, precise nerve strike and calmly took the stage microphone. "I am officially announcing the cancellation of my engagement." Walking away from the chaos, she pulled out an encrypted phone to contact a dormant shadow network. Phase one was complete, and the real hunt was about to begin.

Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave. He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man. By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him. Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave. This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Adelia thought she was just heading upstairs to rest in the hotel suite arranged by her caring stepsister. But her champagne had been heavily drugged. In the pitch-black room, her rational thoughts melted away as she was violently pulled into the darkness by a terrifying stranger. The next morning, the heavy suite door was kicked open, and blinding camera flashes shattered her world. Her fiancé stormed in, hurling their prenuptial agreement directly at her bleeding cheek. "You make me sick! Violating our agreement like this. You are a disgusting, unfaithful whore!" Her stepsister squeezed to the front of the crowd, crying perfectly rehearsed tears of horror for the tabloid reporters, while her eyes gleamed with pure, unadulterated triumph. Desperate and trembling, Adelia begged her father for help, explaining she had been framed. But her father, the family CEO, only cared about his plummeting stock prices. He coldly stripped her of her inheritance, froze her trust funds, and had massive security guards physically drag her out of Manhattan. She hadn't just been betrayed; she had been completely slaughtered by the people she loved most. As the elevator plummeted toward the lobby, her tears dried into a bloody, silent vow. Six years later, Adelia stepped out of JFK Airport, flanked by her terrifyingly smart six-year-old twins. She was no longer a disgraced, pathetic victim. She had returned as a legendary, untouchable ghost surgeon, ready to rip her family's empire apart. And her very first move involves saving the life of the ruthless Wall Street predator who ruined her that night.

For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne. But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.” My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love. He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter. They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."