Clara Vance spent four years as the invisible ghost-designer for her secret husband, Damien Sterling, elevating him into a global fashion icon. But when she catches him sleeping with his new "muse" in their atelier, Damien doesn't apologize—he fires her. Discarded and mocked as a plain, talentless assistant, Clara does the unthinkable: she walks away. What Damien doesn't know is that Clara is the runaway heiress of the Vance Luxury Syndicate. Teaming up with ruthless billionaire Victor Aris, Clara trades her cheap sweaters for haute couture, ready to rip her ex's empire apart seam by seam.

I thought Julian was my savior. After a terrifying encounter at an underground gala left me branded by a ruthless crime lord, Julian whisked me away to safety. But as we lay tangled in his penthouse sheets, the doors blew open. The crime lord walked in—and my 'savior' immediately dropped to his knees. I'm not a rescue mission. I'm a gift. Now, I'm trapped between a brutal master and his devoted pet, forced into a dark, twisted game where every limit I have will be violently shattered.

For four months, Sharon secretly cursed her ex-boyfriend Ethan Pierce every single day. When she finally receives the call announcing his death, she can't believe her luck. She spends the entire night choosing the perfect funeral outfit, arrives looking like she's closing a billion-dollar business deal, and delivers the performance of a lifetime—crying so hard that everyone believes she's the grieving woman who loved him most. Except... She faints. When she wakes up, the supposedly dead Ethan is sitting beside her. Turns out his death was nothing more than a carefully planned deception in a brutal family inheritance war. Now the only witness to his survival is the one woman who can't stand him. Forced into his dangerous game, Sharon soon discovers that pretending to mourn him is much easier than pretending she doesn't still have feelings buried beneath years of resentment. Enemies. Former lovers. One fake death. One impossible marriage. And one very possessive man determined to prove that no one could ever love her more than he does.

I didn't cry when I found the IPO documents. For five years, I was the uncredited genius behind Derek’s tech empire and the only mother figure to his teenage brother. But seeing his mistress named as co-founder cured my devotion instantly. I walked out with nothing but my laptop. I didn't expect Julian Thorne—the ruthless billionaire investor who funded us—to be waiting in the lobby. He doesn't want Derek's company. He wants the woman who actually built it. And he's ready to play dirty.