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After losing her parents in a mysterious car accident, Maya finds solace and eventually love with Damson, the boy who grows up beside her and becomes her husband. She sacrifices everything for him, believing love can survive poverty, hardship. But when a tragic accident leaves Maya deaf and heavily pregnant, the man she trusted turns cruel. Betrayed by her husband, abused by his mistress, and cast aside by the very family she called her own, Maya loses her unborn child and is left for dead in the mountains. She survives. Rescued by fate and scarred both inside and out, Maya disappears from the world that tried to destroy her. When she crosses paths again with Marcus a powerful billionaire CEO who once showed her kindness, her life takes an unexpected turn. Bound by a secret contract marriage and a shared desire for justice, Maya is reborn with a new face, a new identity, and a carefully planned revenge. What follows is a deadly game of deception, seduction, and downfall where every lie is exposed, every betrayal punished, and every sin brought to light. In the end, justice is served, the truth behind her parents’ deaths is revealed, and Maya must choose between vengeance and healing… because sometimes, the greatest revenge is surviving and reclaiming the life they tried to steal.

Evelyn Carter has always been the obedient daughter, sacrificing her dreams to keep her family afloat. But when her father strikes a desperate deal with the ruthless billionaire Adrian Blackwood, her life spirals out of her control. Trapped in an arranged marriage with a man as cold as the towering empire he rules, Evelyn must navigate a world of luxury, secrets, and hidden agendas. Adrian Blackwood has one goal: revenge. Marrying Evelyn is just a calculated move in his plan to destroy the man who ruined his family. Yet, Evelyn’s quiet strength and unyielding kindness begin to unravel the walls he’s spent years building. But Adrian isn’t the only one hiding secrets. As Evelyn digs into the past, she uncovers dangerous truths about her father, Adrian’s enemies, and a shadowy crime syndicate that threatens to destroy them both. Torn between duty and desire, betrayal and redemption, Evelyn and Adrian must decide if their fragile bond is worth risking everything—or if love is a luxury they can’t afford.

The night Enzo was made boss of the Moretti family, I gave him my virginity. He was the heir I'd been promised to since before I could speak. We kissed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, tangled in the humid, twilight heat... His rough, urgent hands hurt me, but I didn't pull away. Even the pain felt sacred, a sacrifice I was willing to make for love. Lost in the heat of the moment, he promised me a pair of the most beautiful crystal shoes, so I could dance the opening waltz with him at his coronation ceremony the next day. The first dance is always reserved for the new boss and his future bride. I cried with joy, believing my years of secret pining and patient waiting would finally culminate in a fairytale ending. But I was wrong. So terribly wrong. The next morning, I dragged my aching body out to get his favorite espresso, only to overhear the guys joking as I returned: "So you finally popped the family cherry, huh? How was Vivian on your first night as boss?" Enzo's voice was lazy, mocking. "Face of an angel, body of a devil. She's a hot little viper in bed." The room erupted in sleazy whistles. "So, you really gonna marry her, young boss?" "Are you kidding me?" Enzo scoffed. "Vivian's just a warm-up. Once I get some practice in, I'll go tame the Falcone ice princess. When I get bored, I can always circle back and put a ring on her." I stood frozen in the doorway, my vision blurring, the coffee cup trembling in my hand. Before the world faded to black, I sent a coded message to the Don: "Uncle Romano, for the promotion in three days, get me a transfer. As far away from Enzo as possible."

After my boyfriend, Matteo Hogan, has fallen asleep, I notice that his phone has been receiving numerous notifications. When I tap on them, I find out that Matteo has answered a question on a thread named, "How far can one go for the sake of the one they can't be with?" "I've been in love with my childhood friend for 12 years, and yet I'm now dating a woman I don't love. My childhood friend has a first love. In order to ensure her happiness, I purposefully woo the one that her first love has a crush on, who happens to be my current girlfriend. That way, I can help my childhood friend get rid of her love rival. "Now, she's about to marry her first love. As for me? Well, since I can't be with her, I might as well be with anyone else in this world." Only then do I realize that I'm the girlfriend whom Matteo never loves this whole time.

At the end of the year, I went to the spa and discovered a stranger had been using my VIP card. When I logged into my personal profile, the last three treatment records were not under my name. The preference section listed specific details about someone else. She was allergic to rose essential oil, preferred lavender, and her heating pad temperature could not exceed 108 degrees Fahrenheit. Her menstrual cycle fell around the 15th of each month, so no waist or abdomen treatments during that time. I stared at the screen, my palms turning cold. Only my husband, Zachary White, knew this password. At the time, he said he needed it to check the balance and renew my membership. I scrolled down and found a system note at the bottom: [Birthday treatment reserved for December 30, prepared according to Ms. Anderson's preferences.] Today was December 30. My phone vibrated. Zachary had sent a message: [Working late tonight. Won't be home.] Familiar laughter drifted from the hallway. Through the glass door, I watched Zachary walk into the adjacent room with his arm around a woman, the beautician hurrying forward to greet them. "Mr. White, we have Ms. Anderson's birthday treatment ready, just as you requested."

To scrape together my mother's surgery money, I worked myself to the bone at this company for three straight years. My performance was always number one. By myself, I supported half the sales department. Then, a newly hired HR director decided every desk needed an AI camera, claiming it was to optimize efficiency. Every blink, every breath I took was measured and calculated by the system. "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray blinked more than twenty times within one minute. Mental distraction detected. Fine: 50." "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray took 3.5 seconds to drink water, exceeding the standard by 1.5 seconds. Slacking detected. Fine: 100." "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray's mouth corners drooped for over thirty seconds. Suspected spread of negative emotion. Fine: 200." The most ridiculous part was the way he stood in front of the entire department, pointing proudly at my data on the giant screen. "See that?" he said smugly. "This is the power of technology. In front of AI, you lazy freeloaders have nowhere to hide. Nathan, your bonus for this month has already been wiped out by the system. If you don't like it, get lost. Plenty of people are lining up to take your place." What he didn't know was that the AI system he trusted so blindly had its core code written by me. Tonight, I was going to show him what happened when he angered the one who built the machine.