When my fiancé’s hot mic broadcasted his betrayal to a global red carpet audience, I didn't cut the audio—I boosted the volume. Julian thought I was just the quiet ghost-designer behind his luxury fashion empire. He thought I’d cry when I heard him promising my life’s work to his mistress. Instead, I smiled for the cameras, ripped up my contract, and walked into the arms of his biggest rival. I don't want his money. I want to watch his legacy burn, one stitch at a time.

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.

When a clinic fire trapped me and my husband’s patient, I bled on the floor, begging for help. But Julian, a brilliant surgeon, only looked at her. 'I can't let Elise's heart stop again,' he panicked, carrying the woman who received his dead first love's heart to safety. He didn't know I was pregnant. He didn't know his choice killed our baby. Now, I have exactly seven days before my secret flight to Geneva. He thinks I'm just throwing a tantrum. He has no idea I'm already gone.

She is a legendary divorce lawyer—sharp, breathtaking, and commanding, striding into court in a sleek black suit and military-style trench coat. They call her the Queen, a title earned through absolute strength. How does a woman transform into a Queen? She must traverse the trials of naive youth, shattered dreams, cruel deceptions, harsh awakenings, fierce ambition, and ultimate self-actualization. Romance is an illusion today, hell tomorrow, and perhaps paradise the day after, but most people perish in tomorrow's fire. Want to know how to reach paradise? Simply raise an eyebrow and become a Queen!