In my past life, I worked myself into an early grave designing the city's most iconic skyscraper, only for my fiancé Julian to credit his first love, Serena, while I lay dying. Reborn to the exact day he demands I hand over my blueprints to 'make Serena happy,' I refuse to be his stepping stone. Instead of crying when I catch them in bed, I blast them with a fire extinguisher, cancel the engagement, and take my genius to his billionaire rival. I’m building my own empire now.

When my father died, I needed my fiancé, Julian, more than ever. Instead, he left me at the hospital to rescue his friend's widow from a panic attack. That was the moment my heart stopped breaking and simply turned to ice. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just quietly began dismantling our shared life. I sold my shares in our firm, packed my bags, and bought a one-way ticket to London. Julian thinks my silence means I'm healing. He has no idea it's the sound of me leaving him forever.

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.

Clara Vance hid her billionaire heiress status to find true love, only to be used by a gold-digging ex. After publicly destroying him, she catches the eye of a terrifying underground fixer. But when she flees to safety, the dangerous man from the shadows reappears in the daylight—as a polished venture capitalist, and her best friend's new fiancé. He is obsessed, he is deadly, and he is hiding a secret. Now, Clara is trapped in a deadly game of seduction where one wrong move means ruin.

In the cutthroat business jungle of the city, Alexander reigns as a wild wolf—arrogant, untouchable, and feared by all. When Chloe first crosses his path, he casually shatters a champagne glass over a predatory producer’s head; when she offers a polite thank-you, he fixes her with dark, lazy eyes and murmurs, “You don’t recognize me?” Rumors ignite overnight: the invincible media tycoon is keeping an obscure, scandal-tainted actress at his side—a woman the public loves to hate for supposedly destroying a marriage. Netizens sneer at her “luck,” certain she’s nothing more than a cheap stand-in for his legendary lost love. Chloe doesn’t care. To her, it’s strictly business: take the money, count the days, and walk away clean. That is, until she stumbles into the locked art studio on his estate. Every wall is covered in hundreds of portraits—smiling, frowning, glowing—all of her, drawn when she was just a girl. Before she can process the shock, familiar, heavy footsteps echo behind her. Chloe turns—and slaps the powerful man across the face. Alexander doesn’t rage. He only lets out a low, dark chuckle, his gaze locking onto the obsession he’s never truly let go.

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.