When my billionaire husband forced me to take the blame for the fire his mistress started—permanently scarring my hands—he thought he broke my spirit. He forgot I was the ghost-chef who built his Michelin-starred empire. For three years, I stayed hidden in the kitchen while Chloe Sterling took the credit and Declan's heart. But after he dismisses my ruined hands as 'collateral damage,' I'm done. I'm taking back my recipes, joining his fiercest rival, and burning his empire to the ground.

I was running a fever of 104 degrees, and my boyfriend had been called into work for overtime. But he forgot his wool scarf, so I dashed downstairs into the snow to catch him, only to hear him leaving a voicemail: "Overtime? Just a little white lie I told her. She won't be upset. "She's so clingy, like a puppy that won't let go. No sense of space at all. "Honestly, it's pretty dull. No thrill whatsoever..." I stood there, clinging to his wool scarf in shock. He only needed to turn around, and he would have seen me standing right there. But he didn’t.

Seraphina was supposed to be the honored Luna of the Ironwood Pack. Instead, her mate Julian paralyzed her, sealed her in a subterranean grotto during high tide, and went to publicly claim her cousin Isolde. Barely surviving with scarred lungs and a dormant wolf, Seraphina wakes up in the pack asylum, framed as a jealous, suicidal madwoman. But Julian made two fatal mistakes: he didn't finish the job, and he didn't know the ruthless Lycan High Inquisitor was watching. Armed with stolen access logs, toxicological reports, and a thirst for vengeance, Seraphina is going to let them build their perfect lie—right before she shatters their world.

When my fiancé Julian abandoned me in the ER to comfort his new PR director, I didn’t cry. I just left my engagement ring on his desk. For ten years, we built a tech empire together, but the moment Sloane arrived, I became invisible. Now, harboring a terminal heart diagnosis, I have six months left to live. Julian thinks I’m throwing a jealous tantrum. He doesn’t know my countdown has started—and by the time he realizes what he’s thrown away, I’ll be gone forever.