Siyah Mcluxe
On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary, my world didn't just fall apart. It was set on fire and handed back to me still burning.
My three-year-old daughter was poisoned. The hospital was out of her blood type — a match so rare it could only come from one other person alive. My husband. And Kyrian wasn't answering his phone.
While I begged, prayed, and called everyone I had left, I found out something I thought was impossible. After years of being told I could never carry another child, I was pregnant again.
I drove home to drag Kyrian to that hospital myself. Instead, I found him in our bed with my best friend, and neither of them had the decency to look ashamed. A forged DNA test. A staged photograph. Divorce papers already signed. And a confession delivered with a smile — Olivia had spent years making sure I could never have another baby, until this one slipped through anyway.
By the time I signed those papers, I'd lost my daughter too. I had nothing left. So I stopped trying to hold onto anything at all.
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Five years later, I'm unrecognizable. Slimmer. Richer. Sharper. Colder. Raising four children Kyrian doesn't know exist. Under the wing of a woman powerful enough to make grown men flinch, I built an empire out of pure spite and everything they took from me — still exactly who I am, and done apologizing for either.
Voss Industry is drowning now. I hold the only lifeline. And Kyrian and Olivia are about to learn they didn't just betray a housewife that night.
They woke up a wolf wrapped in elegance — and I have absolutely no intention of being merciful.
Some women get mad. I got everything.
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