She walked into their home dressed like virtue. But she’s not here to be saved—she’s here to ruin them.
Liora Graves wears her innocence like a weapon. Cancelled by the public for a sex scandal, she enters the Virelo mansion as a maid–obedient and meek. Untouched. But beneath linen and lace, she’s fire wrapped in silk. And Jeronimo, her employer’s cold, distant husband is the perfect man to burn with.
Because Revenge isn’t sweet. It’s personal. Or so she thinks.
*****
He thought she was as pure as a nun. Untouchable and off-limits. Holy.
So why the hell couldn’t he stop watching her?
Liora wrecked something in him. Maybe it was the way she never looked twice. Or maybe it was the silence, the secrets stitched into her smile. He followed her through cities and through lies. Through the ruins she left behind.
And when he found out who she really was…he should’ve walked away. Instead, he fell harder. Because he is not really in love with the mask. He’s in love with the woman sharp enough to cut him with it.
