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“It’s still her.” Three words. That was all it took for the carefully constructed world of my last five years to shatter into dust at my feet. Zane didn’t even have the decency to look away as he said it. For twenty years, I had been the third wheel. The reliable shadow to Jovienne’s brilliant sun. I had buried my own feelings for Zane so deep I almost forgot they existed, only daring to dig them up and confess them after Jovi had left the country and broken his heart. We built a life. A marriage. I truly believed, in my foolish, hopeful heart, that it was my happy ending. Now Jovienne was back, and the illusion was gone. The love of my life saw me only as a consolation prize. As my world collapses, the last person I expect comfort from is her husband—a man as cold and polished as he is powerful. Vance sees the same betrayal in my eyes that he sees in his wife's. Leaning in, his voice a dangerous whisper, he proposed the unthinkable: "They are living in the past. Let's be each other's revenge. What do you say, Nerissa?" I should avoid at all costs. It was a game that could burn our broken worlds to the ground. But as I looked into his eyes and saw the same raw, humiliating betrayal reflected back at me, the answer poised on my lips wasn't "no." It was a terrifying, thrilling question. “What,” I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt, “did you have in mind?”

“Spread your legs for me until your husband wakes up.” I barely have time to breathe before I’m pressed against the office door. His fist tightens in my hair, and his other hand hikes my skirt up without hesitation, like this was always going to happen. His lips hover at my ear, his voice quiet and deadly. “Six months, Elena,” Damian murmurs, knuckles brushing the inside of my thigh. “For six months, my brother will get your name, and I get your body. Fair, isn’t it?” I should push him away. I should scream until someone hears me. I should be thinking about my husband lying in a hospital bed, machines breathing for him. Instead, my fingers clutch my husband’s brother’s shirt, and I hate that my body responds before my mouth can find the word no. Because in a world built on blood and betrayal, the only man who’s ever looked at me like I was more than a decoration is my husband’s much younger brother. I’m Elena Vitale, 38, wife of a powerful mafia boss now clinging to life in a coma and somehow, I'm the one left holding an empire I never wanted. And the only person ruthless enough to help me hold it together is Damian Vitale. At 26, he’s the black sheep of the family… an exiled hacker who built his own ruthless syndicate from nothing but resentment, genius, and an obsession with me that began when he was nineteen. Our deal is brutally simple. He’ll protect my husband’s empire. He’ll hunt the traitor who put a bullet in his brother’s chest. And in exchange, I’ll give the devil everything he’s craved for years. My body. My surrender. My soul… until the day my husband opens his eyes.

She was supposed to be just a pawn in the games of throne that I played. A nanny for my Damian and perhaps also a little entertainment in my bedchamber as well. Why then did I have to risk it all for her sake? Why then was I willing to take a second chance? She was just a human. I had not felt this way even for my queen, a mighty dragon. *** Draco was a ruthless Dragon King who only cared about power and position. He and Liana were no match. The only thing connecting them was Damian. Damian was Draco's son from his deceased wife, Kiara. And he happened to slip down to the mortal human world. There he was being raised by Liana who saw him as her own son. Things turn difficult when Lucian, Draco's brother start developing feelings towards Liana just like he had for Kiara, in his heart.