Sloane played the penny-pinching wife for four years to fund Declan’s architectural firm. But when she discovers he’s using their life savings to house his mistress—and gifting her Sloane's late mother’s heirloom—she doesn't cry. Even as she lies bleeding after a hit-and-run, her emergency calls declined by her husband, Sloane plots. He forgot one detail: she’s the sole heiress to the Kensington Trust. Now, she's pulling the ground lease on his empire.

Locked inside my own lab's radiation chamber, I listened as my husband sold my life's work to foreign spies. He and my protégé left me to burn, planning to frame my death as a tragic accident. But they forgot I designed the lab's explosive failsafes. I survived the fire. Now, framed as a terrorist and disowned by my family, I'm partnering with a ruthless federal agent to expose their lies. They wanted my billion-dollar prototype? Instead, I'll give them absolute hell.

I was reviewing drone footage for our firm’s biggest gala when I saw them. My fiancé, Julian, and the junior publicist I’d handpicked, Chloe. Tangled together in the VIP tent. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. Instead, I smiled, closed my laptop, and went to work. Julian thinks he’s stealing my company and my life. He doesn't know I've already begun a methodical, legal annihilation of his entire world. By the time he realizes he's playing my game, he won't have a single piece left.

For three years, I played the struggling art restorer to appease my arrogant husband, Julian. I split every grocery bill to the penny while he secretly lavished his mistress with diamonds. But when my sister needs a life-saving medical flight and Julian refuses to unlock our joint savings, my obedient wife charade ends. Worse, I discover he forged my signature on a massive loan to trap me in debt. He thinks I'll be ruined. He has no idea I'm the secret CEO of Vanguard Auctions, and I'm about to repossess his entire life.