ANMELDENHE BROKE HER HEART. NOW SHE'LL BREAK HIS EMPIRE. Elena Hales was the perfect wife. Adoring, submissive, and utterly blind. She tolerated her monster of a mother-in-law and prayed for her cold, cheating husband, Lucas Hales, to finally see her. Instead, she was murdered by his ruthless mistress, Celine, while Lucas simply looked the other way. But death was not the end. Waking up three years in the past, on the very day of her disastrous wedding, Elena is given a second chance. But the naïve girl they once tormented is gone, replaced by a woman with an ice cold heart and a genius mind. This time, she's sassy, stubborn, and done with playing nice. From the opulent boardrooms to the glitziest galas, Elena will use every brilliant, brutal tactic she has to make them bleed—one by one. Sebastian thinks he can ignore her. Celine thinks she can outsmart her. They’re both dead wrong. This isn’t a story of forgiveness. It's a game of hate. And this time, the "ex-wife" is holding all the cards. "You wanted a genius, Lucas ? Here she is. And she's coming for everything you own."
Mehr anzeigenChapter 7 “Marry me, Elena, and I promise to make every single drop worth it.” I stared at him. Marry your worst enemy's wife? I didn't know the real Julian Edelman yet. I only knew one thing about him from the shadows of this city: he absorbs power like a black hole. And right now, power was the only thing I wanted. I let out a sharp, dry laugh. “Hell no. Marry you? Julian, no.” He raised a dark brow. “No?” “No,” I repeated firmly. “We can work together. We can be allies. I’ll give you the code. You’ll give me thirty percent. We’ll break the Hales together. But I’m not signing papers to be someone’s substitute.” Julian tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Substitute for who? Lucas?” “Substitute for anything, ” I said, my voice hardening. “I spent years being Mrs. Hale. I spent years being quiet, being picked apart, being grateful for whatever help came my way. I’m done. I am completely finished being claimed by another man just because we happen to share the s
Chapter 6 I felt a shiver run down my spine. Who knew me in the past? Who was the devil that was also reborn? Thinking of my next possible line of action, I decided to trace the address using my MIT coding skills right on my phone. I bypassed the security protocols and decrypted the data path. The screen flashed: Singapore. Iceland. Then... nothing. Whoever this was, they were absolute ghosts in the network. The phone buzzed again in my palm. The exact same number. You're looking for me in the wrong place. I tried reaching out by texting back, but the screen instantly flashed an error. It was a private, completely unreachable number. I held firmly to the phone, my knuckles turning white, when a smooth voice suddenly dragged me out of my thoughts and back into reality. “A woman who just promised to burn down an empire shouldn't look so hunted by a glowing screen.” I turned around sharply. A tall figure was leaning casually against the stone railing, his silhouette cutting a
Chapter 5 At exactly 7:00 PM, the Hale mansion didn’t just open its doors—it exhaled. Crystal chandeliers dripped from a ceiling so high it swallowed all sound. A thousand tiny lights bounced off polished marble and landed on everyone’s faces like a judgment. The air smelled like money: expensive cologne, fresh roses, and the faint burn of candle wax. A string quartet played in the corner, but no one was really listening. They were too busy pretending not to stare. I walked down the grand staircase slowly. Each step clicked under my heel and echoed through the walls, cold under my feet. The red dress moved with me like liquid fire. Backless, slit up my thigh, it caught the light and threw it back at them. For three years, I wore beige in these halls and tried to be small. Tonight, the walls couldn’t hold me. Heat hit my skin not from the lights, but from the eyes. Three hundred people. Senators, CEOs, old Hale money with wrinkles and sharp smiles. They lined the ballroom in sil
Chapter 4 The Rolls-Royce pulled up to the Hale gates at exactly 5:00 PM. The ceremony started at 7:00 PM. Two hours left. I stepped out barefoot, holding my heels in one hand and six shopping bags in the other. Fresh red hair dripped down my back, and the bag with my red dress was slung over my shoulder. Victoria was standing at the entrance like a guard at hell's gate. She was already dressed, arms crossed, frowning. She’d been waiting for me. “You,” she snapped. “Where have you been? The party is in two hours! The makeup artists and the stylist I hired are waiting, and you show up looking like a vagrant?” Her eyes dragged over my black tank top, jeans and wet red hair, and bags. I was showing no obedience. No respect. I just kept walking. Red nails, red lips, red hair—I was a warning in motion. “Shopping,” I said. “For the wedding party. Not the one you planned. The one I'm actually attending.” I tried to step past her into the foyer. She blocked the door with her arm. “Y


















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