Catty
They laughed while I ate. They poisoned the desserts I loved. They smiled as they watched me grow softer, slower, easier to erase. On the night of my engagement they slipped death into my champagne and walked away richer.
I woke three years earlier in the same soft body, the same hungry mouth, and the same circle of smiling traitors. This time I do not shrink. I eat what I want. I race motorcycles until the world learns my name in smoke and rubber. And I set my sights on the one man who ever treated me like something precious—the billionaire uncle of the fiancé who murdered me.
I will seduce him until his careful control shatters. I will take his power, his protection, and his body. Then I will use every scrap of it to make my stepsister and her lover bleed for every year they stole.
Some women return for peace. I returned for blood, for victory, and for the man who will never again look at me with pity
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