He is watching us, Eleanor. Your husband, the man who believes you’re dead, is watching you like this… beneath another man, breathless, trembling, losing yourself across these sheets.”
His hand tightened against my waist, rough fingers digging just enough to draw a sharp breath from my lips as his mouth brushed the shell of my ear.
“Good,” I whispered, a slow, wicked smile curving against my lips as my gaze drifted toward the shadow lingering behind the half-open door.
I tilted my head back, letting the silence stretch, letting him watch every second of it.
“Then let’s give him a show he will never forget.”
**
Once, I had belonged to someone else.
A husband who chose my sister over me.
A family who buried my screams beneath carefully crafted lies and called it love.
A man who did not hesitate when asked which of us deserved to die.
He chose me.
So now, I chose revenge.
A new face. A new name. A new life stitched together from ashes and fury.
I would make him crave me… ache for me… ruin himself trying to possess what he had once thrown away.
And when my sister watched him unravel piece by piece, she would finally understand what betrayal truly felt like.
But revenge was not simple.
To destroy a man, you first had to understand his hunger. His weaknesses. The darkest parts of him he hides.
And the one teaching me how to do that was the last man I should have trusted.
Alexander Blackthorn.
My husband’s older brother.
A ruthless rogue with dangerous eyes, sinful charm, and hands stained by secrets.
A man who believed revenge was never meant to be quick.
It was meant to be savored slowly… until there was nothing left of your enemy but ruin.
