LOGINCalista Winslow died at the hands of the two people she trusted most—her husband, and her twin sister. But death wasn’t the end. She wakes up four years in the past, with every betrayal carved into her memory and one burning goal in her heart— Revenge. This time, she won’t be the obedient wife or the forgotten daughter. This time, she’ll be the one who destroys everything. Her first move? Divorcing her husband before he can destroy her, and turning to the one man powerful enough to stand against him. Atlas Kane. Dangerous, calculated, and unforgiving, Calista knew he was never meant to be more than a weapon. But some things don’t stay buried—not the past… and not the feelings she thought were long gone. Because just like fate can give a second chance at life, maybe, just maybe, love can burn from its embers too. And while Calista is certain of the betrayal that killed her, there is one truth she cannot fully remember— the night her father died. The past her family blames her for. A memory that refuses to stay whole. But the closer she gets to revenge, the clearer it becomes— some truths were never meant to stay hidden. And in this lifetime, losing her heart might be just as dangerous as losing her life.
View More**CALISTA**Merrick's fingers closed around my arm, and the world narrowed to the crushing pressure of bone against bone.“No…” my breath faltered.“Yes.” Merrick grinned, something dark crossing his eyes.How did he…“How did I find you?” He leaned in, breath burning across my cheek, “it was easy. I just had to find the dumbest bitch on the block.”“Let me go, Merrick,” my teeth chattered, “if you hurt me, I swear—”“Hurt you? My intention was to kill you…but that'll have to wait. You're coming with me.”Oh god…My vision spun as he whirled me around.“Stop—”My breath snagged somewhere between my lungs and my throat as his hand locked around me, ribs screaming the moment I twisted against his grip. He only held tighter.If he was going to kill me in this garden and bury me beneath the roses, then I would not go down pleading.My jaw fell open, and I sucked in all the air my aching lungs could muster. I let out a scream that rattled my throat, and I did not stop. Not until something
**CALISTA**“We’re here, Miss Winslow.” My driver's voice dragged me out of the spiral chewing through my head.I sat up straight, hearing a tiny pop in my back and blinking through the moist haze that sheeted my eyes.The garden looked exactly the same as it did five years ago, and somehow that terrified me more than if it had changed. Stomach tight, I gazed up at the blank wrought-iron gate standing before me, one side ajar as if the garden itself had been waiting for me.All these years in my past life, and I never stopped by to sniff the flowers with Eveline…I mean, how could I, when I fired her just months after her husband died?I gulped back a breath and unclasped my seatbelt as the driver held my door open.I could do this.I stepped out onto the sun-warmed stone path, squinting through my shades as the sun hit me square in the face. I glanced up and down the empty street, lungs filling with a sickly sweet scent. Nobody was following me…yet. I walked down the path and sli
**MERRICK**Dawn crept through the guest bedroom curtains, but sleep never followed it in.I had spent the entire night staring at a ceiling that did not belong to me, replaying the moment Astrid put the gun in her mouth and smiled.No matter how hard I tried, the sound of a skull cracking open against a bullet was surprisingly difficult to forget.I rolled to my left, glaring through the window into the bright pink sky dotted with white clouds, tasting whiskey on my breath and seeing my mother in my mind's eye. Her eyes had been shut the whole time, yet I had expected them to flicker open, and her hands to yank the tube from her throat and demand for a bottle of gin. To no surprise, her eyes stayed shut, and she didn't combust, or wither away in ash.Maybe Astrid pushing her down the stairs would give her liver some breathing space.Astrid. My heart retreated into its cage, leaving me hollow as I tossed and turned, and heaved off the bed with a sigh.I broke into a pace, grounding
**CALISTA**The problem with drunken courage was that sober Calista Winslow always had to wake up and deal with the consequences.The weight of my actions only slammed into me like a freight train two days later when I woke up in a pool of my own sweat, tangled in the sheets like I was already fighting my enemies. Sunlight streamed in yellow slices of light through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room that I used to share with my husband.I sat there for what felt like an eternity, staring into nothing and tasting last night's wine on my breath. I should not have taken alcohol with my pain meds, but what was life without a little more destruction, a little more pain?I glanced sideways at the wine bottle half empty on the nightstand. Do not do it, Calista…I reached for the bottle and lifted it to my lips in one swift move, telling myself that it was noon somewhere in the world. And who said day drinking was such a crime? Was one not allowed a final drink before the noo


















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